A steady job, one’s own office, a sense of security…what seems like the perfect life to most is a nightmare for Octave!

If you get asked “got wine?” then you might have a bit of a problem.

Everything seems to be going well for Fauntleroy: he is an honored guest aboard Miguel’s fish, with food, fun, and good lodging. But whether for suspicion, restlessness, or sheer love of adventure, our pointy protagonist can’t help but explore!

But what of the museums themselves? The artworks, their placement, the hallways, the exhibits, the choreography of passing through?

pablo lopez reviews his own new book of poetry, out now from Anonymous Energy.

Caesura presenta los siguientes extractos como anticipo del dossier Sien en Trilce, en memoria de los 100 años del poemario Trilce (1922) de César Vallejo, de pronta aparición en la edición nº 22 de la revista Mar con soroche (Santiago / La Paz) en colaboración con Vallejo Sin Fronteras Instituto (Lima), en el cual han participado más de 77 escritores de América y Europa.

Selections from Invisible by Jacek Gutorow, translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk.

When I looked up Barrax’s collections, I found that his work spans not only relatively traditional-looking lyrics, but formally experimental poems that disarrange syntax and disperse words across the page.

A trip to the bar might be a commonplace activity for most, but when Maurice pays a visit anything is possible!

“I have yet to arrive / I will never arrive / in the center of everything is the poem / intact sun / inescapable night.”

“I have been wrong before, god of syntax / and understatement, god of slips in silk / and polyester, god of the laboratory, god of newsprint / and sunscreen”

Curiouser and curiouser! Inside the fish, Fauntleroy meets Miguel and is shown great hospitality. Are things looking up for Fauntleroy, or is his change of luck too good to be true?

Sometimes life seems to go by in slow motion. A sweet moment can turn sour in the blink of an eye!

The layered surface cascades into itself as quickly as it interrupts itself. It vibrates like a field of electricity, full of chaos and psychedelic apparitions, and yet is held together by an arresting unity which appears to emerge at once from above and below — that is, it appears as calculated as it does spontaneous.

Sofia Coppola doesn't seem to work so much with “the female gaze,” whatever that might mean. She doesn't watch women so much as she watches men watching women.

Ioanna Kostopoulou reviews Genese Grill’s translation of Robert Musil’s Theater Symptoms

“small e for entropy / big S for Sacraments”

In the tunnels below the courthouse in Octave’s hometown, his former coworkers laugh and share a moment of levity. They’re convinced Octave is doing just fine…but we know better than that!

How much goes on beneath our feet without our noticing? Ruby suggests it’s a lot more than you might think!

Inside the belly of the giant fish, Fauntleroy finds an elaborately decorated room. Who is behind this marvel, and what lies in store for our pointy-headed hero?