“I am not looking. None of my concern, I have to remind myself. A nice, respectable citizen doesn’t care what two cops are doing because he’s done nothing
By Vytautas MaleshFinding connection in the dank subterranean pathways of Reddit.
By Drew Lerman“Marie arrived the day of the Eiffel Tower bomb threat. She wore a giant backpack and hiking boots, as if this were the Alps instead of the Latin
By J.T. Townley"We worked, and loved, and charted ourselves, wrenching legibility and dignity from the system one Google Maps update at a time."
By Adam FlynnThe intersecting lives of immigrants and gentrifiers in Northeast Los Angeles.
By Cheryl KleinTo dream of a single spider / is to know you are safe from self-destruction.
By Kim Sousa"But she knows that she is not Nick Carraway, she is not reliving her beloved story."
By Regina Tavani"He told me that he didn't like my hair in a ponytail, and if I wore one again he'd break up with me."
By Hilary CampbellWe must look to cities to protect civil liberties and build progressive alternatives from the bottom up.
By Kate Shea Baird and Steve Hughes"I told myself that it was important to show that those that served were not props for hate."
By Drew Pham"The little girl smiled because she thought that he was genuinely interested in her, a white man with fancy gadgets and bright teeth."
By Isoken OsagieAre you a muffin person or a sushi person?
By Hilary CampbellAs prisoners fight against their inhumane conditions, artists make sure that the world doesn't look away.
By Decolonize This Place"To further complicate matters, we are both married to white men."
By Alejandro VarelaThe plane ratchets a twinge in my intestines. / I'm reading during takeoff. Why trust the sympathetic?
By Max Schleicher"That was when I knew, however eerily, I had an obligation to the material."
By Hannah Lillith AssadiInvestigating that most pressing of questions: How does Goofy reproduce?
By Leon Chang and Yvonne Martinez"I felt like my whole career was up in the air and also I seriously did not know what I was going to write next."
By Jami AttenbergYou wonder where the soul is, if this is the body. / You want to ask if it’s in the ashes in the bag / or the air
By Lauren Kayessweat between mine teeth the jaw / unsteady the tongue holding consonants
By Benjamin WinklerBecause when life hands you / a ball peen hammer everyone’s / going to get nailed
By Michelle LewisPledging allegiance, but to what?
By Jessica HolmesSome subversive signing to celebrate President Pea-Brain's coronation.
By Sara NovićLet's raise a little hell.
By The Editorsbecause / dear aliens / these are things to be seen
By Doug Paul Casean advertisement for a mountain / that says you too could be / the opposite of where you are
By Robert BalunThe work that helped us get through this nightmare of a year.
By The Editorsfacing the possibility of total economic collapse on the back of / war and falling oil prices vs Australia’s avocado shortage
By Tommy Picowill this be on the final? is there a final on the syllabus? no. then no.
By Christina M. Rau"NSA whistleblower turned washer of delicates in a tiny sink."
By Nellie HermannThis election season, we laugh to keep from crying.
By Benjamin Frisch, Drew Lerman, Jackie Roche, and Ellis Rosen"Would it be so bad, if art didn’t make us better citizens, and didn’t strengthen our democracy?"
By Isaac ButlerI bit the rose, then there were crushed / petals everywhere. She stuffed them / down my top, then the gin bottle was empty.
By Roisin KellyThe backseat is a tangle of sweat and skin, two parts boy and one part girl. Over the blaring hip-hop Molly can hear hot, heavy breathing and the
By Robert Hallerfather once felt he knew what cars explained with honks. even / while asleep, he made notes of their chatter-boxing
By Albert Thomas"BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY; SPENDS MONEY LIKE HE NEVER HAD IT; MARRIED TO THAT WITCH FROM NEW JERSEY"
By Steve Hersh and Drew Lerman"But somehow, she recognized that I would need these songs, that they could give me something that she could not. And she was right."
By Ilana Manaster“Because he said that if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be here, you now think about that when he is not here.” They say, anyway,
By Delphine BedientPublic literature, art, and criticism for the public sphere.
By The Editors"Two days later the Philistines enter the city. Saul is at home looking at his oatmeal and white toast when Chief shows up at the door."
By Pete Segall"Gunpowder clings to me like perfume... Did I shoot this man? No holes in him but mine."
By Drew PhamBlunderbuss Magazine is participating in an ongoing collaboration with Marsam, a comics website run by an international collective of artists and authors who met in the comic mecca
By Amruta Patil"Jeanette went home and called Social Services, who said there was nothing they could do about it because eccentric behavior was not enough grounds for an evaluation."
By Marléne ZadigMission: To smash the myths of the information industry and shine a light on the urgent issues of our time.
By The Illuminator"For me, the hardest part of writing is the work you have to do not-writing."
By Lynn Steger StrongCircumcision present. Circumcision past. Circumcision future?
By Jordan OssermanYou see stars over my nipples—shoot me— / the cover girl, hands reaching
By Dorothy ChanYou who were baked Alaska melting and no one certain how to salvage the ruin.
By Jess FeldmanThe power of images, from Monet to the moon.
By Nick MirzoeffOur first collaboration with the Marsam collective.
By Cynthia Bonacossa"You can imagine the look on the poor lawyer’s face who first worked on this with us. Bless you, Jason. You deserved every penny."
By Meg Charlton"So rarely do we remember the things that aren’t worth mentioning but that mattered so much."
By Saxon BairdWhen I took you / in my hands I tore you up and lost my hope.
By Meghan Maguire Dahn"A world of laughter, a world of tears / It’s a world of hope and a world of fears"
By Patrick GaughanFinding traces of humanity in abstract data.
By Amanda Turner Pohan"I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace
By Tsipi KellerVerse, Venice, and Lars von Trier.
By Cynthia Cruz"She stood up and left me there, covered in my own gore and staring at what I once considered a very vital piece of human anatomy floating in
By Corey SkatulaDrunk bartenders, Das Racist, and the creeping gentrification of Kings County.
By Andrew Schenker"The real reason I chose poetry over prose is that prose is too painfully accurate at preserving memories."
By Max RitvoOdes to the end of time: imagining a radical new future.
By Sofía CórdovaOn editing, El Greco, and finding the right wrong note.
By Garth Greenwell"My job entailed selling packets of women's names, addresses, and phone numbers for $25.00 to men who were horny but lazy."
By Leah Mueller"It was the summer of 1937, in the August of my thirteenth year, and two months before I would, because of what happened that day, leave home forever."
By Jay NeugeborenDad breath, chicken nipples, and the opportunity to knock some sense into your teenaged self.
By Elaine Will“Look. When it gets bad for me, I want you to do me just like you did that dog.”
By Woody EvansOn motherhood, and inhabiting your body (and your writing) in a new way.
By Lynn Steger Strong"She wasn’t one for icebreakers. I didn’t argue because she’d be dead soon besides."
By Eric BrewsterAn intimate portrait of Oakland's barber shops through GIFs and sound.
By Brandon TauszikThe (literal) pain of revision.
By Carmiel BanaskyYoung men of the age / I’m thinking sit with empty spaces / between them at the movies
By Andrew McKernanIt's something unpredictable but in the end is right / Mr. Block hopes you had the time of your life.
By Ernest RiebeTwo things are certain about the new year: tradition will live, and people will die.
By Patrick GaughanOur annual, enthusiastic-yet-necessarily-incomplete accounting of some of the best work we've run this year.
By The EditorsOn Magritte, a woodchuck, and merciless edits.
By Jay DeshpandeA look at the dark humor and bright young things of Bulgaria's art scene.
By Amelia Rina"Stories thrive, I think, on chaos."
By Lincoln MichelA photographer collaborates with Google Image Search to question creative agency.
By Alexis VasilikosYears ago, / I killed a lonely man, and after that, it was // still hard to say I didn't want him.
By Michelle LinSurrealist squiggles come to life to explore the contemporary void.
By David Bayus"It wants me. It does not seize me, but it is persuasive. Another mouthful of water."
By TJ HeffersSoft pants, sweet pups, and the making of a hypnotic debut.
By Tracy O'NeillHas drag moved from the performance of gender to the constant, never-ending, technoculture-defining performance of information?
By Matthew SchwagerA century of obsequious fawning over the First Lady's fashion choices.
By Ernest RiebeJanelle thought meat would be big soon and we couldn’t wait. We wanted the next decade in our throats.
By Karen Skolfield"To a peasant, factory work is like Karnevál."
By Stephen Crowe and Melanie Amaral"In the village, ancient baobabs grow pregnant with the bones of holy men and papered prayers, and in the city, small boys beg, tin cans to their elbow."
By Ah-reum HanAll the media's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
By Julie HensonI think I am weak & without purpose, // your father texts you from the kitchen, sauced up, / after he rolls his heavy body over the loaded
By Joy PriestThe secret to a stunning debut novel? Glue-sticking till the break of dawn.
By Julia PierpontA group of stragglers takes shelter as Miami braces itself for one final hurricane.
By Drew Lerman"Her: Mona, the girl with pointy front teeth that bore an eerie resemblance to fangs: an artist; an aspiring mortician; an ongoing problem."
By Sam Eichner"No, these beautiful white men will write poetry about my hu-ma-ni-ty."
By Sophia E. Terazawai'm sorry, we don't have to talk about this girl, not at this party, not at your party, let's play never have i ever given up control
By Tyler MorseA teacher reflects on race, discipline, and the unwritten codes of the American education system.
By Caitlyn Luce Christensen"Didn’t people know by now that nobody was better at punishing Ellis than Ellis?"
By Kevin MagruderWhen you set out to prune an artificial flower and end up giving a fuzzy mane to Jesus Christ.
By Patrick GaughanEggo waffles, Pac-Man, and other fuel for literature.
By Alexandra Kleeman"Trashism, Trunkism, Tryism, uh... Turnipism."
By Stephen Crowe and Melanie AmaralIn exchange for three boys they offered three boys / Or maybe it was us who offered
By Molly Rose Quinn“The President of the United States is calling–will you accept the charges?”
By Sarah Marshall"Are there more war reenactments than wars? Are there more plastic soldiers than soldiers?"
By Patrick GaughanDebt-swapping monsters have already laid waste to Wall Street. Next stop: the playground.
By Drew Lerman“Like my mother before me, and her mother before her, I have loved my share of men who are not named Joseph.”
By Kerry Cullen"What if our mothers told us it was up to us to decide when, and if, we felt like women."
By Zinn AdelineSay that I am the cassette tape Whose hair unwound, underwater— Whose hair, you swim through.
By Christopher SotoLast time around, our hero shattered the comic-panel continuum. Will he ever be able to put it back together?
By Ellis Rosen and Sam Marlow“Dear Usurper, You will find a dozen letters in this house. Each letter, each comma, each sentence, each period on the page is a curse.”
By Alexandra Ford"The 20th century is a POWDER KEG and ART will light the FUSE!"
By Stephen Crowe and Melanie Amaral“Each one of my breasts,” she cried, “is 3lbs / of pure gold / & if you don’t believe me, tough!”
By Katie Condon"The large assaults the eye. It obstructs, resists a frame. The small invites noticing. Utopia through shrinkage."
By Patrick Gaughan"The first time her father came back from the psych ward, he was given tasks to occupy his eyes."
By Kristen ArnettBullied by black kids for acting white. Bullied by white kids for being black.
By Kasai Rex"She guessed that’s what love was--making each other feel bad on purpose and then being sorry about it."
By Rhianna ReinmuthA dead friend. An orphaned novel. An escape to the playground on the Spree.
By Travis MushettWe felt dangerous // like cowboys trying to swagger with legs / wrapped up in garbage bags and electrical tape / to keep out the ice-melt. The road
By Hilary Vaughn DobelThree comics take us to a Lost City on the banks of one of the grander and filthier tributaries of the River Danube.
By Stephen Crowe and Melanie Amaral"Without the benefit of the diagram, you might just start clapping, creating tiny explosions that spread myriad pustules of anti-bacterial hand soap all over..."
By Doug WeaverThrow a ring, win a fish. I have so much to say / about wild animals.
By Talin TahajianA Confession of Theft on Stolen Land
By Ian MacDougall"What would it be like to fuck a man who finds such horrors beautiful?"
By Jonathan PapernickIt’s like your room but here at a bar. It’s you but also us. Them. It’s new but it’s familiar. It’s legible but glamorous.
By Max Steeleand your mother comes to visit / and she says honey you look so / thin you thin thing / you thin wet thing
By Krystin GollihueWhen murder reenactments remind you how to live.
By Sally Howe"The child-sized foundation will shudder at the feel of your fingertips on its spine."
By Betty Capot"The last folk song ever written will nearly die of loneliness."
By M.E. Lermanit’s almost too late / I keep thinking but / for what I’m not sure / having woken repeatedly / in the night with / the pitiful coughing
By MRB Chelko"Hopefully, his new girlfriend’s towels were cheap and smelled of mildew."
By Tera Joy ColeOn the seat behind her an old woman tells the story of her long affair with a man named Vidic. He’s dead now. The man from somewhere else.
By Elizabeth Clark WesselOn forcing 738 high school seniors to share a drink they call loneliness.
By Lindsay ZoladzIt was a surprise to discover my body, collapsed like a bridge, / but still beautiful, still wet with snow.
By Catherine Pond"There was, for me (and perhaps most transgender guys), an unspoken need for hormones to be a kind of miracle cure."
By John Chapman“She bends to pick up the envelope, and something about the elongation of her right thigh makes Sarah Wheeler pause."
By Nellie HermannWinter siphons this cigarette out / an attic window, and heat I don’t pay for follows / almost as an afterthought — sorry.
By Andrew DallyReflections on things left undone.
By Justin Taylor"They tell me that I waited in another room with the babysitter until my father made it home to the body."
By Laura Herbek"These Silicon Valley firms sometimes self-destruct, I am discovering, much like supernovae."
By Linda Boroff"It took me two to three years to say that I was aboriginal. But before then, I felt something akin to closeted."
By Zong-ru PanThe rental gear's here suss it / All out snare crack bass thunk / Pick squeal how does it feel / To be so far from home each
By Harold Whit Williams"You could read Kropotkin out loud to the children before bed."
By Anna Lea Jancewicz"That beak dips down onto my shirtsleeve, once, twice, three times. He’s drinking my shirt."
By Amy GottfriedA spider dangles from under the airless, / rusted green radiator. / When I swing my hand across it, its string // sticks to my skin. It looks at
By Daniel Kraines"Sometimes, the nice young man from that other TV show on the same cable network comes by."
By Clara ChowEven the men in the bar at TGI Fridays knew what foxes do to toddlers.
By Nicole CallihanAn incomplete accounting of some of the best work we've run this year.
By The Editors"Isadora’s father had been an acting teacher, so at first it had been hard to distinguish his changes from performance."
By Cheryl KleinA surreal journey into the internet's jabbering maw.
By Travis MushettA state senator from somewhere declares, None of these liberties mean much after you’re dead, though who knows what he said before
By James GrabillAnd if your parents decided to split, say I am a // statistics major. And if you had trouble making white friends stay that way, say /
By Cortney Charleston"Stood there in the broken glass, head shaved, teeth set, great blazing spear poised in her hands, she sort of realized she was dancing, even then."
By Derrick Martin-CampbellFlashes of girlhood in two new short works by Danny Powell.
By Danny PowellWhen the grass is still matted down / from a body, you comb it over each day / so it will stay in shape; you mold to it,
By Ryann StevensonHow two brothers from Kentucky are helping take down big-money politics.
By Lauren E. Wool"You are on the cusp of something sublime, awesome the way awesome was in the seventeenth century."
By Chris CampanioniYour blessed to be even to be / shoulder talk to me, even your prove it blame and bless.
By Jay Deshpande"He has definitely eaten unwary campers before. But that hasn't happened in a while."
By Spencer Fleuryfather / dreams of / the fountain / he visits / he stays / he looks into its center / thinks he sees a world
By Zuzanna JuszkiewiczFor this artist, self-improvement is a kind of death.
By Yvonne Martinez"The hooker said her name was Solace, which was exactly what he needed after the heartwreck of the last six months."
By Jonathan PapernickCelebrity nudes. Decapitated journalists. Beatings on elevators. When should we look, and when should we avert our eyes?
By Travis MushettMy mother finds out about the child I did not have from Facebook. This is how regret arrives: in the arms of machines.
By Emily O'Neill"Where’s a worse location for a problem than one’s own head?"
By Tom MolanphyThe you in a stranger’s bed, / closing your eyes once / thinking only ocean.
By Keegan LesterHe’d planted his daughters there, but they’d borne no fruit. He called it a farm though that was the exact thing is wasn’t.
By David Connerly NahmA woman plants / my name in her bone / but will not tell me / when rain is coming
By Hafizah GeterIn the Nevada desert and the psych wards of New York City, a man tries to live with his madness rather than have it bludgeoned out of him.
By Jeffrey GoinesOne night she steals / an onion from one / of the nuns tells me it’s / the sweetest thing she ever / tasted.
By Tommy Pico"She touched a kneecap, that foreign object. Yes, she said, remembering. You."
By Madeline Stevensfeasting on boys ideas / and language and chips / of technology. Sometimes / real food.
By Tommy Pico"The cap’s all smudged with dusty fingerprints; it’s a dirty looking thing. It’s just like they said it would be in DARE."
By Annie Geblerif you journey home by nightlight consider / how much the beak’s wielded innocence can rend and tear
By Rich IvesA new book claims that twee culture is politicizing the youth and changing the world for the better, but can sweaters & sweetness really fix what ails us?
By Travis MushettWho deserves yr story? / Not all stories. Not my story / my lol truth not life of live-/ lihood or food.
By Tommy PicoNeither man screams. The only sound is the sound of a body breaking. These two have been playing this game for centuries.
By Kate BrittainTrue romance in a mediated age.
By Sam Eichner"Two days after she split with her boyfriend and moved in with three potential Craigslist killers, Ramona was invited to her boss’s house for dinner."
By Emma HarperWhat might Job have thought of the many doctors who, / when commanded by Franco’s men, took hundreds / of newborn babies from their mothers as they trembled
By Joanne Diaz"They are beautiful, but she doesn’t touch them. She does not know if this is allowed."
By Yardenne GreenspanA summer's night, a bottle of wine, and five hours of avant-garde minimalist music.
By Joe Miller(meanwhile) (my idol suggested we go someplace) / (so I cd show him my stretch-marks) (what did u call them) (the lion's miss-timed / leap
By Montana Ray"There was definitely something wrong with this guy; besides the fact that he was an 8-foot-tall pterodactyl with a mischievous look and torn Victorian robes."
By Vivian and Yvonne MartinezThe umbilical cord becomes a tender red S hanging out of the belly, / an incompleted television cable curling from your eaves.
By Megan Savagethe last flower i saw in south suicide / queens was on a little girl’s tee, a trio / of violets banged up with giddiness—
By Amber AtiyaSpoiler: Poets didn't make any money then either.
By Travis MushettIn the latest from Drew Lerman's Schweef Comics, two friends spar over definitions.
By Drew Lerman"Compared to the esoteric medical treatments you endured for the past six days, this final procedure is sensibly named: The Last Breath."
By Essay Liu"When Nelson got arrested it was sad because he got the look. Nobody thought he'd get it either."
By Doug WeaverBlunderbuss has weathered its first year on earth! We are hardened, wizened, and still hanging on. So we cordially invite you to come celebrate our continued existence with
By The EditorsWhat does The Americans have to do with time travel, Felicity, and political imagination? More than you think.
By Sam RossWe are under an upturned boat a keel of stars / just us and the other leaf eaters
By Allan PetersonHow many stars does your prophet deserve?
By Kevin Tang"The Walrus asked if this missing person had Down syndrome and was I his caretaker?"
By Eliza Kostelanetz SchraderWhile the country prides itself on its increasing acceptance of traditionally marginalized populations, disabled people continue to be stripped of their voices, and it’s hurting everyone.
By Sara NovićHow do we talk about Tristano when every copy is different? The same way we talk about the world.
By Travis MushettBen Kunkel is bringing sexy Marx back. It's an imperfect but important start.
"My pedagogical disagreements with bartenders are a source of never-ending grief for me."
By Hilary GanInside the Dallas Safari Club’s Annual Hunting Convention.
By Joshua WilliamsI feel trapped in my old life / Like a hermit crab that won’t abandon its shell
By Gregg G. Brown"Drill sergeant never told us how much louder guns are when they’re shooting at you."
By Andrew SlaterWhen "strong union men" start scabbing on each other, Mr. Block gets caught in the crossfire.
By Ernest RiebeK-Stew, Kerouac, and the poetic identities of 23 year olds.
By Patrick Gaughan"My upstairs neighbor is converting his toilet into a public toilet."
By Perry GenovesiStalinist Russia was a tough place for an absurdist poet, but Daniil Kharms knew you can't kill a pseudonym.
By Alex KalamaroffA stint in China. A year without new underwear. A truer lingerie.
By Sharon SaltShe thinks about swans, the woman reading, / and a tall girl with tangled hair...
By Katharyn Howd MachanDespite what the Western media says, the uprisings in Bosnia and Ukraine are more than a "collective nervous breakdown."
By Sara NovićA single TV show can't hold his ambition.
By Travis MushettJames Franco: more than a pretty face.
By Alex Howen+1's new book surveys the landscapes of NYC and MFA, but what of the independent magazine culture beyond them?
By Travis MushettAre you guys hanging out? I mean, we're talking. Mike Young read your GChats.
By Alex HoweIf the debate about human sexuality is going to get anywhere, we need to stop talking about "orientation."
By Caspar"I’m sorry that I told you I was Drew Barrymore’s sister. I’m not."
By Emily McCraryMelissa Broder is working on herself right now, you know?
By Alex HowePitiful humans compelled / by some wrinkled force / to figure who they might be...
By Eric HelmsIn the wake of Elk River, a West Virginia native outlines the seven phases of Appalachian industrial disaster.
By Cheyenna Layne WeberA poem to remember one of Marxist humanism's most brilliant voices.
By Todd GitlinIs longevity an accomplishment, or does sticking around for the marathon mean a deal with the devil?
By Barry W. North“I feel so sorry for people not living in Detroit.” Despite her city's troubles, a 98-year-old activist sees hope.
By Nick MirzoeffStreet fighting. Molotov cocktails. Gunfire. LiveJournal? A blogger writes from inside the Ukrainian uprising.
By Ilya VarlamovWho somehow swept the rap categories at Sunday's Grammys? "Quoth the white man, ‘Macklemore.’"
By Leon ChangDecades before anyone coined the term "champagne socialist," Mr. Block found himself seduced by a "gentleman comrade."
By Ernest RiebeYou don't have to choose an orthodoxy to make pop political.
By Toren HardeeSordid sex. Hard drugs. Human connection? A new short story from Doug Weaver.
By Doug WeaverSuspended between two Volvo trucks, a wrinkled, fissured Jean-Claude Van Damme races the twilight backwards.
By Patrick GaughanJohn Koethe wants to know what it's like.
By Alex HoweIn a short story not for the weak of stomach, one woman gropes for a "glimmer among feces."
By Adam BergHow do "best of" lists shape our engagement with culture? A new podcast investigates.
By Toren HardeeKim Addonizio keeps it real for New Year's.
By Alex HoweT.S. Eliot has an unmerry Christmas.
By Alex HoweBy pretending to be populist, the corporatized gay movement reaffirms the dangerous lie that American democracy isn't imperiled.
By Caspara small watercolor paints itself on the lowest point of my coffee spoon...
By Nicole BastaA much-anticipated delivery. An unholy dance move. A Hollywood legend. Three darkly hilarious scenes from one glorious universe.
By Parke CooperGawker spent 9,000 words trying to justify its snarkiness. It failed.
By Travis MushettIn this 10-page comic, Hayley Thornton-Kennedy gets inside your head. Like way inside your head.
By Hayley Thornton-KennedyComing out makes life easier for The Straights, but not always for us.
By CasparLove and darkness with Louise Glück.
By Alex HoweIn this short documentary, a pair of filmmakers trace the aftermath of deadly drone strike in Pakistan.
By Madiha TahirFinding affection in intellectualism.
By Alex HoweAs Detroit faces bankruptcy, its people are responding with a revolution of everyday life.
By Nick MirzoeffIn case you needed an empirical basis to hate the haters.
By Kevin TangThe common defense undermines our fight for liberation and is a symptom of rape culture.
By CasparWriting is misery. Thank god for the egotism and obsession that make it possible.
By Travis MushettThis week, Schweef Comics takes us to Galilee Gardens. Who will choose Christ and who will choose reason?
By Drew LermanAlex Howe annotates a poem about wandering eyes.
By Alex HoweTaking the sex out of sexuality has handed the gay movement to rich white men.
By CasparThe Lower East Side begs you to take its authenticity seriously, but does the authentic need to beg?
By Travis MushettA funny poem about a cold state; the rare poem with a great ending.
By Alex HoweWhen someone gets his dick out and rubs it against your lower back, you’re not really making choices anymore.
By CasparBellevue, communism, forgotten poets, and zero calorie organic vegan whiskey. Travis digs up the secrets of 26th Street.
By Travis MushettIn the latest comic from Drew Lerman, a salacious email means a visit with the grandparents.
By Drew LermanAlex Howe selects a weeping-free poem by Stephen Dunn.
By Alex Howe"Blue is the Warmest Color" generated plenty of controversy after its Palme d'Or. Meredith has words for the haters.
By Meredith FraserThe mainstream gay rights movement wants to make queers look like straights. We're not.
By Caspar"Once that seat’s starting to take the shape of your butt, it’s time find another chair.”
By Lauren E. WoolTravis sets out to write a street-by-street psychogeography of Manhattan. First up, Greenwich Village's MacDougal St.
By Travis MushettThink you're not a "poetry person"? Alex Howe begs to differ.
By Alex HoweDavid Byrne laments that artists have been pushed out of neighborhoods like NYC's East Village. Niral asks, so what?
By Niral ShahIs an antiquated rating system to blame for the TV's nudity double standard?
By Meredith FraserFrom Occupy Wall Street to occupied Palestine, our economic problem is our war problem.
By Anna Lekas MillerWith readings from Mark Bray, Molly Crabapple, Michael Gould-Wartofsky, Anna Lekas Miller, and Nathan Schneider.
By The EditorsA provocative protest at Middlebury College has us asking all the wrong questions.
By Zach HoweIn this 1912 comic, Ernest Riebe looks unflinchingly at how management uses racism to keep workers from uniting.
By Ernest RiebeI want to tell you natural facts. Sister / Rosetta, full-throated / at Wilbraham Road.
By Sam RossThe body can process and possess the dark
By Joshua Daniel Edwin"best internal swallow ever." "porta reican girls wereing swimsuit." The roads that brought you to Blunderbuss are strange indeed.
By Travis MushettHaters of Breaking Bad's Skyler White are gonna hate, and their hate is misogynistic, plain and simple. SPOILERS AHEAD!
By Meredith FraserA mother, a son, a boob job, a knife. Drew's fiction is as weird and wonderful as his comics.
By Drew LermanThe Pauline Kael of GIFs is back! This week, Alex explores canine car racing and the metaphysics of plant growth.
By Alex HoweIn this seventh comic from 1912 Spokane Industrial Worker, Mr. Block finds himself the recipient of some most uncharitable charity.
By Ernest RiebeIn this collaboration with Drew Lerman's Schweef Comics, a salacious email sends the aged from the internet to the telephone.
By Drew LermanBeside the other blighted / gods in the waiting room, / pale and creaturely, / I anticipate.
By Sam RossKanye West's Yeezus isn't just any old album, so Patrick Gaughan gives it something more than just any old review.
By Patrick GaughanI don’t think much / about the war, / been so busy, you know, / reading and writing, / tasting all these new / kinds of beer.
By Joshua Daniel EdwinA horse's life isn't all that's hanging in the balance in this short story. A marriage faces tests, as well.
By Whitney RayDigital meets the physical in one artist's notion of utopias: lands both beholden to and acutely critical of technological potential.
By Lauren E. WoolI made a Mt. out of milkweed. // I drink virgin Cranberry Redbull / on the rocks.
By Gabriel KruisIn this sixth comic from 1912 Spokane Industrial Worker, the Salvation Army sees the devil in Mr. Block's alleged drunkenness.
By Ernest RiebeAn activist writes on inner strength and squat life in this excerpt from the memoir "Maps to the Other Side."
By Sascha Altman DuBrulYOU WANT ME TO SKULL FUCK YOUR INTERFACE // YOU’RE NOT INSANE YOU’RE JUST BORED // WORK HARD PLAY GOD // PLAY GOD PLAY DEAD // POEMS AND
By Matthew RitgerIn this fifth comic from 1912 Spokane Industrial Worker, Mr. Block tests his salesmanship while stubbornly avoiding the radical Wobblies.
By Ernest RiebeAs devotees know, the theatrical release of Rush Hour 3 is non-canon. Blunderbuss makes its first foray into fan fiction.
By Leon ChangNick Carraway wants it both ways. Rich WASPs are repugnant, and the only folks who matter. Travis catalogs his hypocrisies.
By Travis MushettFour cartoons for the price of one! Watch as Schweef Comics and Meyer Wolfsheim venture into the WASP nest of West Egg.
By Drew LermanThe narrator of The Great Gatsby is a textbook unreliable narrator, but maybe the kind we ought to rely on.
By Zach HoweWe give movies "based on a true story" the space for artistic interpretation. Why aren't memoirs given the same latitude?
By Sara NovićIn this new strip from comic artist Ezra Butt, Teamsquad Manatee heard something about cake. There is cake here, right?
By Ezra ButtThrough reworked photographs & letters, we see the hidden branches of Valerie Marie Arvidson's family tree blossom into vibrant color.
By Valerie Marie Arvidson"Mr. Block is legion. He owns nothing, yet he speaks from the standpoint of the millionaire. He's patriotic without patrimony."
By Ernest RiebeAs student protesters up at Dartmouth College are proving, sometimes you need to get impolite to provoke an adult conversation.
By Travis MushettIn the second installment of a collaboration between Blunderbuss and Schweef Comics, Drew sweeps an elderly Brooklynite off her feet.
By Drew LermanIn an island that has only known financial security in the past 25 years, there is still no charted template for any musician opting out of lifetime industrial
By Zac ChangWhen you are in a house that is swallowed by a wolf the best thing to do is to wrap yourself in a blanket of water and set
By Sasha FletcherDuring pregnancy, cells cross / through the flat disk of placenta / in both directions—mother // gives the fetus her body / and takes it back. They aren't one.
By Alex Fabrizio"Mr. Block is legion. He owns nothing, yet he speaks from the standpoint of the millionaire. He's patriotic without patrimony."
By Ernest RiebeReadings, beer, and fraternity among comrades--come join the Blunderbuss team this Sunday 4/14 at KGB Bar in Manhattan's East Village.
By The EditorsThe aged meet the internet in this first installment of a collaboration between Blunderbuss Magazine and Drew Lerman's Schweef Comics.
By Drew LermanNo more looking outside for good / this time. The resurrected dead can scratch / their hands to mash, puke against / the doors, rag their faded clothes stupid // but the
By Gabriella R. TallmadgeBrian May writes for the stage. This is what happens when he forgets that the theater has rules & conventions.
By Brian May"Mr. Block is legion. He owns nothing, yet he speaks from the standpoint of the millionaire. He's patriotic without patrimony."
By Ernest RiebeGeologists can't agree if humanity has pushed the earth into a new geologic era. A photographer goes searching for evidence.
By Lauren E. WoolNot every casualty of war dies on the battlefield. When the fight comes home, how can a mother move on?
By Catherine TudishManhattan has pushed its undesirables to the tiny islands that surround it. Last fall, Jessica Feldman brought them back home.
By Travis MushettA journalist investigating a suspicious death near the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation finds that his questions are more than just questions.
By Ian MacDougallA lesson on the gossamer silk of alpacas, Peruvian and otherwise.
By Ezra ButtPoolside, an ocean’s distance from the coast / and village where I met you, learned the weight / of bagged cement, the reek of palm oil stirred / by children sweating
By Matt SumpterLiver, conch shell / of slick meat. // Colon, Siamese / boa constrictor.
By Regina DiPernaA Blunderbuss editor plumbs the spiritual and intellectual depths of two animated GIFs. The first installment in a groundbreaking series.
By Alex Howe"Mr. Block is legion. He owns nothing, yet he speaks from the standpoint of the millionaire. He's patriotic without patrimony."
By Ernest RiebeWho we are, what we stand for, and why visceral humanism will save your life and redeem art & politics.
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