Fables

Once there was a man who was tired of breathing. It’s just such a drag, he said. So he decided to stop, but found that he couldn’t—the air just kept going in and out.

A pioneer of New York’s downtown scene in the ’60s and ’70s recalls how he found his vocation as a poet.

“Suspension of disbelief seems more immediate in a drawing, which is a direct portal into another world.”
Wait a minute Mr. Postman! Is there are review in your bag for me? BOMB contributor Jackie Wang kicks off her Epistolary Review series with Lily Hoang’s The Evolutionary Revolution.
Montezuma II sacrificed a baby giraffe that was given to Hernán Cortés just before his conquest of the New World.
Thar once was a cannonball named Parpian who shot right past my bridges and straight into my life. Oh a difficult feat, for I’d spent 25 years constructing those bridges.
This First Proof contains the poem “Wolf Soup.”