Category Archives: Writings

TRAFFIC – #ELSEWHERE {EXCLUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd hits the town on a school night in the second installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “TRAFFIC” by Kris Kidd “No, for sure! We HAVE to hang out again sometime!” I feign friendly, force a smile.

TRAFFIC – #ELSEWHERE {EXCLUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd hits the town on a school night in the second installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “TRAFFIC” by Kris Kidd “No, for sure! We HAVE to hang out again sometime!” I feign friendly, force a smile.

ASSHOLES – #ELSEWERE {EXCLUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd makes friends in high places in the first installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “ASSHOLES” by Kris Kidd “How much do you think ______ would pay for his ass?” The producer asks half-jokingly, ashing his cigarette.

ASSHOLES – #ELSEWERE {EXCLUSIVE/NSFW}

Kris Kidd makes friends in high places in the first installment of his “clinically depressed sex column,” #ELSEWHERE. “ASSHOLES” by Kris Kidd “How much do you think ______ would pay for his ass?” The producer asks half-jokingly, ashing his cigarette.

WET – TOKONI O. UTI {POEM/WRITING}

‘Wet’ Agitated light  bounc­ing­ off the water Gleam in the eyes of ­­nobody’s daughter The message in her fa­­ce isn’t what it see­m­s Basking in the center­­ of a lucid dream Feigning ignorance as­­ her expression goes­ ­dark Hiding the

WET – TOKONI O. UTI {POEM/WRITING}

‘Wet’ Agitated light  bounc­ing­ off the water Gleam in the eyes of ­­nobody’s daughter The message in her fa­­ce isn’t what it see­m­s Basking in the center­­ of a lucid dream Feigning ignorance as­­ her expression goes­ ­dark Hiding the

AMERICAN PASTEL – VANESSA MIA MATIC {WRITING/SHORT STORY}

‘American Pastel’  by Vanessa Mia Matic I suppose I was intelligible diabolic, fucked; doomed, a thousand methamphetamine blues in my suitcase. A cop wants to be friends, and tells me I need a nice rest. He thinks I’m some Hollywood actress carrying

AMERICAN PASTEL – VANESSA MIA MATIC {WRITING/SHORT STORY}

‘American Pastel’  by Vanessa Mia Matic I suppose I was intelligible diabolic, fucked; doomed, a thousand methamphetamine blues in my suitcase. A cop wants to be friends, and tells me I need a nice rest. He thinks I’m some Hollywood actress carrying

COUNTING YOUR MISSISSIPPI’S – JESSE CILIO {WRITING/POEM}

“Counting Your Mississippi’s“ Sorry the way I talk about u is so loud I’ve never been good at being me, I like to listen intently to people for some reason who barely speak, but I feel like the world would

COUNTING YOUR MISSISSIPPI’S – JESSE CILIO {WRITING/POEM}

“Counting Your Mississippi’s“ Sorry the way I talk about u is so loud I’ve never been good at being me, I like to listen intently to people for some reason who barely speak, but I feel like the world would

A LETTER BY HUNTER S. THOMPSON {NAKID INSPO}

In April of 1958, a 22 year-old Hunter S. Thompson wrote a letter on the meaning of life when asked by a friend for advice. What makes his response all the more profound is the fact that at the time, the world had

A LETTER BY HUNTER S. THOMPSON {NAKID INSPO}

In April of 1958, a 22 year-old Hunter S. Thompson wrote a letter on the meaning of life when asked by a friend for advice. What makes his response all the more profound is the fact that at the time, the world had

‘AREOLA’ – ANAYANCY GONZALEZ & DERREL HALL {DUOS / EXCLUSIVE EDITORIAL}

AREOLA By: Derrel Hall When I was around 7 years old, I remember questioning why I could go to the swimming pool without my shirt on, yet girls had to cover their bodies. It was so strange to me that

‘AREOLA’ – ANAYANCY GONZALEZ & DERREL HALL {DUOS / EXCLUSIVE EDITORIAL}

AREOLA By: Derrel Hall When I was around 7 years old, I remember questioning why I could go to the swimming pool without my shirt on, yet girls had to cover their bodies. It was so strange to me that