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Kara McMullen (right) and Ann Petroliunas (left) are prose track graduates of the IPRC Certificate Program. They've recently collaborated on a collage project. Ann Petroliunas is a 2017 graduate of the prose certificate program at the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, OR. She is an educator, writer, and managing editor at Arq… Continue reading Kara McMullen & Ann Petroliunas, 1001 Interviews No. 19
JOE GALVÁN was born in 1984 and grew up in South Texas. He has been writing since he was a child. He graduated from Texas Tech University in 2006 and contemplated becoming a lawyer before settling on cultural anthropology, with forays into ethnomusicology and etiquette studies. He has been publishing zines for nearly 20 years.… Continue reading Joe Galván, 1001 Interviews No. 18
hard to nod off head unstopping hard to say yes without showing my no hard to say no I can’t stop the midnight snack mental consuming metal welded teeth I allow him to do nothing I allow myself to do nothing I am boring into the earth I am… Continue reading My No – Nathan Wade Carter
Everybody on Earth decided to throw one last party. It would be a major rager, enough drugs and sex and dancing to last until the radical emptiness of eternity. People really joined together on this one: angry white boys laid down their guns and even the Dalai Lama stepped off that mountain to be a… Continue reading Our Star, The Sun, Will Die a Quiet Death
Ann Petroliunas is a 2017 graduate of the prose certificate program at the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, OR. She is an educator, writer, and managing editor at Arq Press. Born and raised in Chicago, she now resides in Oregon and often gets confused about which one is home. Ocean waves, glue-sticks, and… Continue reading Ann Petroliunas – Word Collage
the future is not Las Vegas yet here we are dying and newly alive glittering thunder dome of sweat i can’t wake up from this ugly ass place out on the strip i mount my grief the breeze crashes against my cheek you pace and text and mouth breathe beside me the brassy comb of… Continue reading heat wave – mud howard
i set the woods on fire and conjure up an image of you in a rain jacket, hating your job i remember nothing i BCC’d no one what did you say the moon is in Gemini or Aries or some shit the band of light changes color every hour we never swam together in the… Continue reading in the void – mud howard