I have short work in Pank 5. But I don’t read my own writing in journals. I read what else is in them. & in PANK No. 5, holy shit, a whirlwind. Click through to read some of the lovelies I met there:
Colleen O’Connor, from Choked (A Love Song):
‘You want to fall
in love so you
lengthen your noose
for two necks, fray
your ropes.’
Mindy Hung, from Eva:
‘A man once fell in love with my navel. He had other problems, of course. He had terrible acne and a wife who looked like a goose. His children, oddly, did not resemble her at all. They were, in fact, so beautiful that they were unreal–almost translucent.’
Kathleen Heil, from Vete a La Porra:
‘I understood as
fuck you
though that reveals not only
what I do not know
sino
something about my old
habit of hitting where
it hurts’
Megan Falley, from Scenes from a Courtyard Marriot:
‘I undressed
the complimentary pillow chocolate
while he turned on the television,
mumbled something about the expense
of room service.
I wasn’t worth it.‘
Elizabeth Hildreth, from Art of Killing a Party (A Translation of Art of a Party):
‘The art of killing a party is to explain why nothing can be explained because the world’s swinging with objects that aren’t really at the end of the rope. It’s like choking on a river while your parents are straddling each other in the next room over, thinking, wait…what was he supposed to be about?’
If you haven’t already, get this issue.