Anthology1 Archives - Page 6 of 6 - Sensitive Skin Magazine

Mastodon Anthology1 Archives - Page 6 of 6 - Sensitive Skin Magazine

Conception of Love

Tate Swindel

Conception of Love for Leslie Winer Remember when we were younger When it was acceptable to lie down on the sidewalk Our cheeks pressed again...

Attrition

D. Nurkse

Attrition When we were children our teacher explained the war. She drew it on the blackboard until her chalk squealed. The dust of her erasers made us cough. What had she drawn? Rommel’s pincer movements? The oval m...

Brooklyn

Todd Colby

Brooklyn The trees in Brooklyn are the same color as cooked hamburger. I know the song of the cardinal and it goes a little something like this. Pangs twist a belly, until it dawns, eat! The light in early Decemb...

No Blink

Christopher Romero

No Blink In patched Victorian Iron Fast, fibrous, connected tendrils She closed her eyelids reflecting the rays of inspection The surface appears, sparkles, flattened day time fireworks Sideways tall marsh grass and c...

Rabo de Peixe

Thurston Moore

Rabo de Peixe What brings terror into your life nothing really It's a misunderstanding of nature A single plant of its own color, yellow ...

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Charlotte Jackson

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Turned out the man at the bar was a neighborhood guy; grew up around here, back in the day. He and Tim got talking about the bad old days, before “Bed Stuy, Do or Die” was a motto on a...

Ted Nugent Says

Cassandra Dallett

Ted Nugent Says All hunts are pure trophy meat fun. Ted says every sacred part of precious animal meat, claws, skull, sinew, body fluids, blood, organs, teeth, skin, hair, tongue, eyeball are renewable. Ted say...

Cabin

Francine Witte

Every night when the sun sets, I see her. Just over my shoulder like a blind spot in the rearview. Always. Been like this forever. I tell this to my best friend Al, and she laughs her giggly laugh, the one that makes me ...

Enchanted Musics

Mark Howell

One fall night in the 1980s I went to the Philip Glass/Robert Wilson opera Einstein on the Beach. After taking a seat in the balcony a part of me began fighting Michel Riseman's relentless ostinatos. Over and over and over t...

The Vampires of Pattaya Beach

David Huberman

Cat woke me up. I immediately looked at my dollar fifty alarm clock. It was twelve noon, with the sun shining through our windows. My little sweetie was jumping up and down like a Mexican jumping bean, spitting and cursing i...