Kara Crabb

Before the internet, we might have been more productive, filling our overwhelming sense of loneliness with hobbies and activities that take place in an actual physical environment.

Our species is not alone in our fascination with the posterior. It is believed that human breasts were even selected to resemble the buttocks. Why? Because our quadrupedal ancestors used to mount their mates from behind.

From my perspective it was difficult to see the urgency, or what suffering could even mean for something inanimate.

Spectrum Productions is one of my favorite things in the virtual world. The production company is composed mainly of young filmmakers on the autism spectrum.

You could fall into the pit of snakes like a Russian ballerina and the collision would be so fluid it would be difficult to distinguish you from the snakes.

This poem bares an authenticity, which I find alluring. While Eva Hoffman still seems to be developing her rhyming talents, I find her punctuation electric, her tone very affable, and her ability to translate so many layers of raw memory superior.

What a strange world we’ve all been subjected to. Centuries after the European exodus, decades after the abolishment of overt slavery… Tourism, recreational flight, plastic islands, Matthew Mcconaughey… It’s all so strange.

My mother and I went to the market square last Tuesday. She was excited about the desserts and told me she would buy a “treat.” I nodded and went to go order lunch.

Soldiers come back from the strangest of places, mentally. It would be horrible to come back to what used to be your home only to realize they can’t give you proper therapeutic support.

What if you realized you could be doing better? Not in terms of your career or your calculable successes but in terms of transmitting love and positive energy into the universe?

Beyond all of the silly stunts, and barfing, and shitting, at the core of jackass, there is true aesthetic genius. Those boys become living sculptures- their beauty as wild, and uninhibited as the sea- whether they’re simultaneously being stung by hundreds of bees, or literally wearing fire, this kind of brilliance can only come from reckless abandon. Let jackass be a lesson to us all.

You are the boss.

My brother and I used to physically beat each other, claiming territory over sections of our home when left unsupervised.

I just like speeding on the highway with no body around, no thing around, except for street lamps, hung like rows of mechanical scarecrows.

“Sayonara!” With a hiss of the tongue, a projection of the throat, and a short nasal-like cheer at the end.

Why are you avoiding your homework so much? Aren’t you curious about nature? Or culture? At all?

“Aristotle,” I would say. “Aristotle,” and I would gently grab onto his arm and lead him out the backdoor exit, pursing my lips through an index finger.

When I think of a chicken I think about the weirdness of the neck movements, and the croaking sounds that they make in a yard with each other. They are reptiles with feather coats and awful beaks. They are soul-less. I both love and hate chickens.