Art Goes Here by Libby Rindal 


                Sleep is the ultimate recovery position. After the pain of the waking life there are dreams to soothe anguish. Everybody’s dreams are a bit different. Common themes exist however. Begging to demons only happens in real life. In the dream world demons can be defeated. Real life requires some deals with the devil, the demon’s immediate supervisor. Those interactions are kept to a minimum for the good ones. Bad ones have entirely different coping mechanisms. 

                Water burns off the sobriety. Smokers are smokestacks. They are part of the whole smoking-industrial complex. Every cloud of smoke brings a new amount of feeling. Exhaling in general brings out feeling. Cigarettes only extenuate those feelings. Hence this is why so many EMO kids smoke all the time. EMO kids breathe and want to see their feelings simply dissipate away. 

                Laundry is an important part of life. Every time the laundry piles up there is a reason. Of course laziness is usually the main reason. Distance is another. Many are unfortunate with their proximity to a Laundromat. A small (yet vocal) few prefer to wallow around in their own filth. Seeing the souls of clothes and times past does have a certain ‘connection’. There is a reason pairs of jeans are typically washed only a few times a year, if that. Jeans are the skanks of the wardrobe. 

                 Paint chip fall from the walls. Unfortunately paint chips are not suitable for human consumption despite their usage of the word ‘chip. The word ‘chip’ is a lie. Walls lie to people. Coats of paint let people down as they fall down on the residents. As the paint chips fall the heart falls deep into itself. Hearts possess a concave shape. Unknown geographies of the heart have never been mapped. Those fortunate enough to have heart maps tend to forget what happened the last time. Lucky few have the heart maps memorized and know where they are on the map. 

                Cocoons attract. Beds are made for cocoons. Various bedding styles can be employed for any bedroom. With a simple twist boring ordinary blankets can protect the sleeper from the world. This is critical. Protection from ills is important. Reality brings too many problems. In dream worlds there are no problems that can’t be solved. Nothing means anything in the dream world. Hence the things are perfect by design. Problems within the dream world are illuminated with the cruel harsh light of reality and the blasting of an alarm, an AM radio set to static. 

                Dogs are man’s best friends. Cats are killers. When a person dies their cats eat them. It is an unwritten rule. Seemingly disinterested in the world during their owner’s life, in death cats love the human jerky they gnaw upon. Cats don’t care. After cats are done eating the rotting remains of their owners they take a nap for they have no morals. The devil loves cats. Looking at a cat eat a dead person is beautiful to the devil. The devil is an aging YUPPIE living alone in an aging townhouse working an office job. 

                Ghosts kiss people all the time. Ghosts are a little turned on by life. During a typical person’s dream they are kissed by five ghosts, groped by two, and dry-humped by one. There’s not much to do in the afterlife. In that way it is not dissimilar to real life.

Art Goes Here by Libby Rindal

                Sleep is the ultimate recovery position. After the pain of the waking life there are dreams to soothe anguish. Everybody’s dreams are a bit different. Common themes exist however. Begging to demons only happens in real life. In the dream world demons can be defeated. Real life requires some deals with the devil, the demon’s immediate supervisor. Those interactions are kept to a minimum for the good ones. Bad ones have entirely different coping mechanisms. 

                Water burns off the sobriety. Smokers are smokestacks. They are part of the whole smoking-industrial complex. Every cloud of smoke brings a new amount of feeling. Exhaling in general brings out feeling. Cigarettes only extenuate those feelings. Hence this is why so many EMO kids smoke all the time. EMO kids breathe and want to see their feelings simply dissipate away. 

                Laundry is an important part of life. Every time the laundry piles up there is a reason. Of course laziness is usually the main reason. Distance is another. Many are unfortunate with their proximity to a Laundromat. A small (yet vocal) few prefer to wallow around in their own filth. Seeing the souls of clothes and times past does have a certain ‘connection’. There is a reason pairs of jeans are typically washed only a few times a year, if that. Jeans are the skanks of the wardrobe. 

                 Paint chip fall from the walls. Unfortunately paint chips are not suitable for human consumption despite their usage of the word ‘chip. The word ‘chip’ is a lie. Walls lie to people. Coats of paint let people down as they fall down on the residents. As the paint chips fall the heart falls deep into itself. Hearts possess a concave shape. Unknown geographies of the heart have never been mapped. Those fortunate enough to have heart maps tend to forget what happened the last time. Lucky few have the heart maps memorized and know where they are on the map. 

                Cocoons attract. Beds are made for cocoons. Various bedding styles can be employed for any bedroom. With a simple twist boring ordinary blankets can protect the sleeper from the world. This is critical. Protection from ills is important. Reality brings too many problems. In dream worlds there are no problems that can’t be solved. Nothing means anything in the dream world. Hence the things are perfect by design. Problems within the dream world are illuminated with the cruel harsh light of reality and the blasting of an alarm, an AM radio set to static. 

                Dogs are man’s best friends. Cats are killers. When a person dies their cats eat them. It is an unwritten rule. Seemingly disinterested in the world during their owner’s life, in death cats love the human jerky they gnaw upon. Cats don’t care. After cats are done eating the rotting remains of their owners they take a nap for they have no morals. The devil loves cats. Looking at a cat eat a dead person is beautiful to the devil. The devil is an aging YUPPIE living alone in an aging townhouse working an office job. 

                Ghosts kiss people all the time. Ghosts are a little turned on by life. During a typical person’s dream they are kissed by five ghosts, groped by two, and dry-humped by one. There’s not much to do in the afterlife. In that way it is not dissimilar to real life.

Ellen DeGeneres by Nathan Masserang


                Nathan invites the reader to abuse him so lovingly. That’s what love is: abuse. Everybody needs it. Without love whole economies would falter. Dating sites, greeting card manufacturers, the human race, all of it relies on the unstable emotion of love. Technological advances can only reach the ‘lust’ categories such as the flesh light, sex dolls, and oven mitt industries. Here Nathan wants an intern to love him since he knows that intern was only going to get coffee anyway. Coffee is lesser potent than love, though love tends to make people sleepy. Mothers in the poem get kicks to the face Nathan reports. Mothers don’t have to stand for it. Parents have to control their children or at least send them to school and make them somebody else’s problem. 

                Ellen DeGeneres, the host of the chapbook, appears out of thin air. They are waves transmitted by far away. Television is crazy that way. Nathan gets all existential about television. Bright colors separate the poems. Poor children are mocked by Nathan for their inadequate knowledge of how television fame works. Others receive Nathan’s mocking attitude for their usage of outdated drugs. What are Quaaludes besides a drug named by James Joyce long before they were created? James Joyce had great foresight. He knew the future was psychedelic drugs. That’s why he wrote the way he did: perfect, clear, insane. 

                Loneliness is a big part of Ellen DeGeneres’ life. People watch her from far away. There’s nothing she can do. Although Ellen DeGeneres is a star she feels everyone else is a star. Ellen is too popular. Mere mortals never go near her for fear of burning up in her immense popularity. Poor Ellen just wants a friend and money. One over the other is really hard. By her very nature Ellen is an approachable happy person. However the fame forces her to grow a shell. Ellen rues the fact she can’t simply steal a shell like far-right political commentators. She knows she looks better than them. She doesn’t get it. Radio waves wash over her. Unrelated radio waves continue to carry her radiant smile into the homes of people she’ll never meet. Normal people are stars to Ellen. While driving she sees them from afar. Interaction with any of her fans is almost as remote as her reaching a star sometime within her lifetime. 

                Scientists hear the lonely pleas of Ellen. Packing her into a spaceship they blast her off into space. Thankfully Ellen is a happy person. Living off of her positivity supplies she floats through space. Ellen is the only thing able to represent humanity on alien planets besides a couple of replicas from Jackson Pollack, a few Captain Beefheart albums, and a DVD copy of ‘The Big Lebowski’. Unfortunately the scientists are a motley crew of art lovers, burned out hippies, and bros. 

                Radio waves carry Ellen on into an unknowing future. Just like on Earth her destination up in space is unknowable.

Ellen DeGeneres by Nathan Masserang

                Nathan invites the reader to abuse him so lovingly. That’s what love is: abuse. Everybody needs it. Without love whole economies would falter. Dating sites, greeting card manufacturers, the human race, all of it relies on the unstable emotion of love. Technological advances can only reach the ‘lust’ categories such as the flesh light, sex dolls, and oven mitt industries. Here Nathan wants an intern to love him since he knows that intern was only going to get coffee anyway. Coffee is lesser potent than love, though love tends to make people sleepy. Mothers in the poem get kicks to the face Nathan reports. Mothers don’t have to stand for it. Parents have to control their children or at least send them to school and make them somebody else’s problem. 

                Ellen DeGeneres, the host of the chapbook, appears out of thin air. They are waves transmitted by far away. Television is crazy that way. Nathan gets all existential about television. Bright colors separate the poems. Poor children are mocked by Nathan for their inadequate knowledge of how television fame works. Others receive Nathan’s mocking attitude for their usage of outdated drugs. What are Quaaludes besides a drug named by James Joyce long before they were created? James Joyce had great foresight. He knew the future was psychedelic drugs. That’s why he wrote the way he did: perfect, clear, insane. 

                Loneliness is a big part of Ellen DeGeneres’ life. People watch her from far away. There’s nothing she can do. Although Ellen DeGeneres is a star she feels everyone else is a star. Ellen is too popular. Mere mortals never go near her for fear of burning up in her immense popularity. Poor Ellen just wants a friend and money. One over the other is really hard. By her very nature Ellen is an approachable happy person. However the fame forces her to grow a shell. Ellen rues the fact she can’t simply steal a shell like far-right political commentators. She knows she looks better than them. She doesn’t get it. Radio waves wash over her. Unrelated radio waves continue to carry her radiant smile into the homes of people she’ll never meet. Normal people are stars to Ellen. While driving she sees them from afar. Interaction with any of her fans is almost as remote as her reaching a star sometime within her lifetime. 

                Scientists hear the lonely pleas of Ellen. Packing her into a spaceship they blast her off into space. Thankfully Ellen is a happy person. Living off of her positivity supplies she floats through space. Ellen is the only thing able to represent humanity on alien planets besides a couple of replicas from Jackson Pollack, a few Captain Beefheart albums, and a DVD copy of ‘The Big Lebowski’. Unfortunately the scientists are a motley crew of art lovers, burned out hippies, and bros. 

                Radio waves carry Ellen on into an unknowing future. Just like on Earth her destination up in space is unknowable.

Five Animations by Codi Suzanne Oliver
                Cities are dark places. Anonymous people live in cities. So many people pass by in a big city they can only be described by how they look or how they don’t look. Codi gives only one of them a name only when absolutely necessary. The first impulse of these characters is to judge. Knee-jerk reactions are easy things. Reflection leads each one of them to take a more rage filled approach. Upon their realization of anger they move away. Codi realizes this important part of life. One minute everybody wants to kill each other, the next they are hugging, crying, vomiting in extreme emotional cases. A major goal in anybody’s life is to comfort others. While this never seems clear it is a learned skill. 
                 The moon is far away in Codi’s telescope. Here Codi hangs out with her best friend in the whole wide world. While they are complimented they are annoyed. Few understand the greatness of Codi. Codi exists in another universe, hence all the moon-gazing. Do people visit Codi in this hipper interstellar locale? It is hard to say. Codi sees a zine getting born. Every day a new zine is in born in real life on the internet. Zines make the world a better, more alt place. 
In the room is Scorpion, an attractive anthropomorphic creature that is part scorpion and all parts fresh. Death here becomes a romantic thing: Codi lists off the many ways death can happen. Next to each one is a frowny face bullet point. They are called bullet points for a reason in that bullet points kill. Later Codi comforts others disturbed by Scorpion’s death by cloud. Saying ‘YOLO’ during a wake is highly inappropriate. Good thing Codi falls asleep checking Tumblr. Tumblr is the ultimate form of salvation. Tumblr can go through pop culture debris exploding in GIFs, video, text, images, macros, poetry, etc. in a way few other blogs can. When people die they become blogs. This is a dark image. Blogs contain the souls of people if the blogs are loved enough. 
                Of course like all good literature Codi ends it with some good old fashioned fucking. Fucking is nice. Fucking is more than a verb; it is the name of an Austrian village. YouTube fame is extremely important in the world. People called Codi flighty. Thankfully Codi takes it to the logical extreme by crashing airplanes and putting the videos up on YouTube. Destruction is fun to watch online. Contemporary art is hard to explain to other generations. Either they will get it or they won’t. Descriptions are meaningless. Measuring the usefulness of a person is impossible since everybody has different standards.That’s why the internet exists.

Five Animations by Codi Suzanne Oliver

                Cities are dark places. Anonymous people live in cities. So many people pass by in a big city they can only be described by how they look or how they don’t look. Codi gives only one of them a name only when absolutely necessary. The first impulse of these characters is to judge. Knee-jerk reactions are easy things. Reflection leads each one of them to take a more rage filled approach. Upon their realization of anger they move away. Codi realizes this important part of life. One minute everybody wants to kill each other, the next they are hugging, crying, vomiting in extreme emotional cases. A major goal in anybody’s life is to comfort others. While this never seems clear it is a learned skill. 

                 The moon is far away in Codi’s telescope. Here Codi hangs out with her best friend in the whole wide world. While they are complimented they are annoyed. Few understand the greatness of Codi. Codi exists in another universe, hence all the moon-gazing. Do people visit Codi in this hipper interstellar locale? It is hard to say. Codi sees a zine getting born. Every day a new zine is in born in real life on the internet. Zines make the world a better, more alt place. 

In the room is Scorpion, an attractive anthropomorphic creature that is part scorpion and all parts fresh. Death here becomes a romantic thing: Codi lists off the many ways death can happen. Next to each one is a frowny face bullet point. They are called bullet points for a reason in that bullet points kill. Later Codi comforts others disturbed by Scorpion’s death by cloud. Saying ‘YOLO’ during a wake is highly inappropriate. Good thing Codi falls asleep checking Tumblr. Tumblr is the ultimate form of salvation. Tumblr can go through pop culture debris exploding in GIFs, video, text, images, macros, poetry, etc. in a way few other blogs can. When people die they become blogs. This is a dark image. Blogs contain the souls of people if the blogs are loved enough. 

                Of course like all good literature Codi ends it with some good old fashioned fucking. Fucking is nice. Fucking is more than a verb; it is the name of an Austrian village. YouTube fame is extremely important in the world. People called Codi flighty. Thankfully Codi takes it to the logical extreme by crashing airplanes and putting the videos up on YouTube. Destruction is fun to watch online. Contemporary art is hard to explain to other generations. Either they will get it or they won’t. Descriptions are meaningless. Measuring the usefulness of a person is impossible since everybody has different standards.That’s why the internet exists.

Sans You by Hannah Fantana


                ‘Sans You’ is Hannah Fantana’s growing of age story. While she grows up she gets further away from previous incarnations of herself. This is commonly referred to as aging. The story deals with this ‘aging’ in a non-linear fashion. From the present to further into the past to the present again Telsa lives a life of determining emotions. Every emotion is hyper-analyzed. Poor Telsa wants to live life to the fullest or something. People around Telsa seem to elicit only neutral emotions from young Telsa. Telsa is unable to handle human interaction in a real life manner. Often Telsa worries that others think she is a mean or not particularly responsive. This is reflected in how her parents encourage her to go out with friends. Sometimes her parents fail at this making her sad by asking questions like ‘Are you on drugs’ when she is in a good mood. 

                Much of the book deals with Telsa enjoying herself on the internet.  The internet lacks the intimacy or disappointment of real life. Hence why Hannah enjoys the interactions she has online more than those she has in real life. In real life people annoy her. Various people dislike her (Ari, etc.) for reasons she cannot accurately express or chooses not to divulge. Real life offers little in the way of enjoyment besides twee drugs and twee alcohol. Vodka is twee. However on the internet Telsa comes into her own happy planet of her own devising. Validation on the internet is a huge part of why people go on the internet. Feedback is instant on the internet. Hipster Runoff’s Carles approves of her look calling her cute. What she writes receives ‘likes’ on Facebook. YouTube videos of hers get comments. Why would she look for validation offline? Offline offers few benefits. Online offers many benefits. 

                Life off the internet hurts a little bit for Telsa. She wakes up without water. She fears for her life. During Halloween she drinks with people and blacks out often. People bore her during this time. Her friends hook up in front of her. Decorum is not much of a thing in real life, particularly high school. In high school people generally lack any form of ‘control’. Telsa makes this obvious. Her friends are bored most of the time. They drink. They walk to places for little to no reason eating horrible junk food or health food junk food (almond soy milk). 

                Before her current incarnation she went to Paris France. This trip is described in vivid detail. Apparently it was the first time Telsa imbibed alcohol. Her experience in France consists mostly of drinking, wandering around Paris, and getting hit on by French boys. Ultimately this is similar to her time in California, excluding the whole ‘speaking in French’ thing. Back into California she returns to the present. Then she gets to the ending.

                The ending is beautiful perfect amazing. Everything in the end feels like it is rushing down extremely quickly. Hannah switches the point of view from the third person ‘she’ to the first person ‘I’. Giving it an intimate, heart-felt touch to the story is particularly wonderful. For every little thing is slowed down to a barely moving pace. She learns how to feel. She experiences joy and the closest thing to happiness. Little things become great big things in ‘Sans You’. With these little things she adds up into a big person who appears to be going in the right direction, in a direction not unlike millions before her and millions after her. ‘Sans You’ is a tweenage riot by the cutest girl in alt lit.

Sans You by Hannah Fantana

                ‘Sans You’ is Hannah Fantana’s growing of age story. While she grows up she gets further away from previous incarnations of herself. This is commonly referred to as aging. The story deals with this ‘aging’ in a non-linear fashion. From the present to further into the past to the present again Telsa lives a life of determining emotions. Every emotion is hyper-analyzed. Poor Telsa wants to live life to the fullest or something. People around Telsa seem to elicit only neutral emotions from young Telsa. Telsa is unable to handle human interaction in a real life manner. Often Telsa worries that others think she is a mean or not particularly responsive. This is reflected in how her parents encourage her to go out with friends. Sometimes her parents fail at this making her sad by asking questions like ‘Are you on drugs’ when she is in a good mood. 

                Much of the book deals with Telsa enjoying herself on the internet.  The internet lacks the intimacy or disappointment of real life. Hence why Hannah enjoys the interactions she has online more than those she has in real life. In real life people annoy her. Various people dislike her (Ari, etc.) for reasons she cannot accurately express or chooses not to divulge. Real life offers little in the way of enjoyment besides twee drugs and twee alcohol. Vodka is twee. However on the internet Telsa comes into her own happy planet of her own devising. Validation on the internet is a huge part of why people go on the internet. Feedback is instant on the internet. Hipster Runoff’s Carles approves of her look calling her cute. What she writes receives ‘likes’ on Facebook. YouTube videos of hers get comments. Why would she look for validation offline? Offline offers few benefits. Online offers many benefits. 

                Life off the internet hurts a little bit for Telsa. She wakes up without water. She fears for her life. During Halloween she drinks with people and blacks out often. People bore her during this time. Her friends hook up in front of her. Decorum is not much of a thing in real life, particularly high school. In high school people generally lack any form of ‘control’. Telsa makes this obvious. Her friends are bored most of the time. They drink. They walk to places for little to no reason eating horrible junk food or health food junk food (almond soy milk). 

                Before her current incarnation she went to Paris France. This trip is described in vivid detail. Apparently it was the first time Telsa imbibed alcohol. Her experience in France consists mostly of drinking, wandering around Paris, and getting hit on by French boys. Ultimately this is similar to her time in California, excluding the whole ‘speaking in French’ thing. Back into California she returns to the present. Then she gets to the ending.

                The ending is beautiful perfect amazing. Everything in the end feels like it is rushing down extremely quickly. Hannah switches the point of view from the third person ‘she’ to the first person ‘I’. Giving it an intimate, heart-felt touch to the story is particularly wonderful. For every little thing is slowed down to a barely moving pace. She learns how to feel. She experiences joy and the closest thing to happiness. Little things become great big things in ‘Sans You’. With these little things she adds up into a big person who appears to be going in the right direction, in a direction not unlike millions before her and millions after her. ‘Sans You’ is a tweenage riot by the cutest girl in alt lit.