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Downtown Anchorage Moon

Limited prints available at jakeelko.bigcartel.com if interested

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Honokohau, Hawaii

Nature: thelumberjack.tumblr.com

Fashion: theriverablog.tumblr.com

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Retronaut - Rocket Lamp w/Edison Bulb

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when you wake up to this!

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“i don’t judge people based on race, creed, color, or gender. i judge people based on spelling, grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure.”

i hate to burst your pretentious little bubble, but linguistic prejudice is inextricably tied to racism, sexism, classism, xenophobia, and ableism.

ETA: don’t send me angry messages about this…at all, preferably, but at least check the tag for this post before firing off an irate screed.

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Kick back in one of Byron’s luxury beach shacks

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Exeunt Omnes

Conley Lowrance

Pale snow staining golden lips— snow falling like dead skin. There was filth behind the door—we had just started drinking again. In that crystallized hour, my voice, almost soft, was greyish in your ears. Why are my fingers shaking? I asked in a panic. A: men are sliding credit cards along my tongue. You felt like smiling. An arrangement of holed curtains fell violently to the floor. Yet still, as if by chance, Wednesday arrives—the snow subsides.

Method: A combination of traditional cut-up and jGnoetry word scrambling from passages in Georges Simenon’s novel Dirty Snow.

Bio: Conley Lowrance’s poems have been published by Noble / Gas Qtrly, Tupelo Press, Columbia Journal, Underwater New York, The Glasgow Review of Books, and Empty Mirror, among others. Currently, he is exploring the intersections of Surrealist poetry and detective fiction and is the Program Manager at Columbia University’s Heyman Center for the Humanities and Society of Fellows.

art by k mackowick

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When you sleep through your alarm but realize your alarm never went off then realize you never set your alarm you just typed “8” into the calculator then passed out.

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March 20th is the first day of Spring, and Aidan Koch’s After Nothing Comes is out in May.