The Circus is coming

Step right up everyone in the tri-state area. A literary magisterium of high-flying wordplay is coming to Brooklyn. Be there! Le Cirque Du Livres

Horror breaks the fifth wall

B-Rated Why didn’t he know there were monsters in the closet, that the clown was evil from the beginning, that his prom date’s intentions were far from good, that the Continue reading →

Choose your background carefully

Comu Ventu Everyone has a narrative they tell themselves Or their parents say Or their friends Or exes “I’m a CIA agent,” “You’re just like your brother,” “I’ve never lost Continue reading →

Literary Circus

In affiliation with the Cambridge Writers’ Workshop and Lit Crawl 2013, I have the privilege to give you: LITERARY CIRCUS Ladies and Gentlemen, step right up to the most end-defying Continue reading →

Beauty and the Priest

She’s read enough books like Angela’s ashes to guess how it’s supposed to go, but this is her first confession and the wooden penance shed is filled more with sinful Continue reading →

This is the Bible. This is the Bible on the scientific method. Any questions?

Scientific method: Before the beginning, there was pretty much nothing. Except for God, who was probably pretty bored and wanted nothing more than to record something exciting in his/her/its lab Continue reading →

Vitruvian Man

I’ve fallen on hard times. It all started when I sold the shirt off my back to hack my DNA. To pay off my gambling debts, I let them brave Continue reading →

Letter retrieved from the instrumental section of the New York Philharmonic

Dear Mrs. Viol, I am Colonel Bassoon from the First Woodwinds division of the New York Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra, Company B. I have an important message to deliver from the Continue reading →

Shel Silverstein at a blood drive or, the veins of a giving tree

AB Positive It used to be that blood was cheap and cost less than energy drinks, but then it went and got too sweet Now tests “A” for diabetes. It Continue reading →

Third rocky relationship from the sun; Earth Day 2013

Polar In the morning she says she is thirsty, crying like a baby born in Hades (which isn’t unexpected; she’s a newborn rock, sun-baked third child, burned by a hot-tempered Continue reading →

Adam and Eve in Space

When you are flying through the fireworks of different galaxies (not quite as fast as the speed of light in a vacuum but still quickly enough to give even Yoda Continue reading →

Riding off into the sunset

Anansi the Poet will be down for the coming two weeks for some much needed maintenance and revising. We are pleased to offer high-quality programming of the poetry variety and Continue reading →

Why life is a lot like Billy-Goating and not at all like chocolate

The first time I crossed the bridge, I was only 6 or so years old. Thereabouts. It was around the time I had begun to use two hands when I Continue reading →

Investigating the murder of one “Mr. Huff-N-Puff”

“Where should we begin?” You ask. You look at me with pupils darker than black holes. They are grave hangouts for the monsters kicked out of the closets: too evil Continue reading →

Keep your heart on a leash

Heart strings I called Dibs. Shotgun. Fives. I play by childhood rules. It was just lying on the ground, still beating like it freshly fell from Snow White’s chest, begging Continue reading →

The Fairest of them All

She carries a wicker picnic basket filled with apples smashed to sauce. They wet the checkerboard cloth and make the contents a bit messy, but there’s nothing tastier than a Continue reading →