01.31 Emily Barton & Melanie Rae Thon *
03.14 Lysley Tenorio ^
03.28 Clark Coolidge *
04.25 Matthew Zapruder & Brenda Shaughnessy +
* at Memorial Hall
^ at The University Club
+ at The University Museum of Contemporary Art
Upcoming events at Flying Object
by Dustin Buchinski
Forgetting Sensation Eleanor Leonne Bennett
Horace has to bait the lure. He has to bait the lure and he uses a bottle of scent extracted from rabbits to do it. A scent extracted from pheromones of obscure glands and piss mostly. Horace walks through the kennel under the track where all the hounds look and sniff from their steel cages.
by Ashley Ellen Goetz
Untitled Ashley Ellen Goetz
* Note from the Editor
It was the last class of the semester and we had brought wine and food and sat in a circle and read poetry and drank our wine and ate our food. At the end of class, I offered Ashley a bottle of wine that I had brought and had remained unopened. She accepted. She offered me brie.
by Stella Corso
Abraham Smith is an American poet originally from Ladysmith, Wisconsin. Hank (2010) is his second full-length book of poems, after Whim Man Mammon (2007), both from Action Books. He now lives and writes in Tuscaloosa, AL, and teaches at the University of Alabama. This interview was conducted by Stella Corso on May 9, 2011.
When I first saw Abe Smith read at The Wonderland Ballroom in D.C. (during the 2011 AWP Conference), I felt like I had witnessed my generation’s version of Ginsberg deliver his infamous “Howl”.
by Colleen Barry
Rather Than To Only Understand (oil on canvas 52” x 42”) Priya Nadkarni
i want to sit idle
in a parking lot with my dad
i want a way into everything
with a baseball game behind me
by Adam Cogbill
Anyone who’s read a few reviews of small press books has probably observed that these reviews tend to cheerlead. I don’t say this by way of apology; in two paragraphs I fully intend to begin cheering for Lori Baker’s new collection of short fiction, and I don’t feel at all bad about it. But because Crash & Tell is about imagination, this seems as good a place as any to make a related observation: increasingly, it seems imagination is the particular mission of small press fiction. I mean imagination here as the conception of new logics, unconsidered systems of cause-and-effect, embracing bewilderment.
by Wendy Xu
Songs Nick Sheehy
Here there is only a guitar and many plates of salad.
by Michael Bazzett
To Move a Body (Piggyback) Noah Krell
The blueness of snow shadows.
The flaring hoods of our simian nostrils.
The whorled inwardness of our ears.
The metaphysics of the screen porch.
The pleasant weight of a body in a hammock.
The puckered face of good whiskey.
by Andrew McAlpine
Touch the Candle, Not the Flame Tim Rand
A hulking slab of way back when
dribbling from the a.m.
exhorting the good times
to last in perpetuity
The Space-Time Continuum of Sent For You Yesterday
by Annie Kleeman
The Point and Environs, Pittsburgh, ca. 1950
Pennsylvania State Archives
We tend to think of time as linear—a sequential ordering of discrete episodes, years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds along a kind of yardstick, a static track that we follow as our lives progress.
by Emily Culliton
Fangoria Nuria Rius
When I was twenty I spent this time in Moscow. Before I went, I studied Russian for a month and a half, learned five of the six cases, and thought I was doing pretty well. Then my teacher told me that the first year of Russian was devoted to the cases, the next four years to all the exceptions.
by Reynaldo Sietecase // translated by Daniel Coudriet & Mariela Méndez
Nebula Camper Sarah Hotchkiss
The sky is really
a mirror of the sea
with killer waves
armed with tridents