Monthly Archives: August 2014

MOODS She felt as though she were allowed to behave according to her mood even if that behavior didn’t precisely align with her more reserved and generally responsible character. She considered her moods as simply expressions of certain wants, and … Continue reading →

We live at the knife gate. The water here is waiting, stagnant, a mute radio. We sit and dangle articulations over the metal sides of the sluice: Spenser on the high gate, I on the low side—the low side of … Continue reading →

  The skin of the animal looked like an animal curled into sleep            What are those mouth sounds you mentioned Dry throated at the window as they split the skull           … Continue reading →

The porch light: this scatters the cats. I sweep the patio every two weeks, and clean it with bleach in summer and fall. The wind in the pickets, I should think, terrifies the mice. But now I have lost the … Continue reading →

  The circle turned and the congregation turned around its hem, the apostle leading his followers, their feet dancing behind his feet, tracing the invisible circle his steps circumscribed, a geometry of belief cut across the stained concrete floor, the … Continue reading →

Shipping of Unsaid 7 is now underway, and copies are available via PayPal or by contacting David McLendon at unsaidmag@gmail.com.  Unsaid 7 is 300+ pages of innovative fiction and poetry by Masha Tupitsyn, Russell Persson, Ottessa Moshfegh, Stephen Dixon, Mairead Small Staid, Peter Markus, … Continue reading →

The first time that you killed, killed something fully, something whole, you were in your thirties. You were driving, driving to a house outside the city. You had been hunting and you were almost done. First you hit it with … Continue reading →