Two Peacocks Never Make a Mistake, by Lisa Robertson
After living long and happy lives and doing no less than all of the interesting things we wanted to do, my husband and I had a baby. Because having long lives and doing interesting things had been profoundly exhausting, we came to the conclusion that we were too tired to make another decision ever again, so we did what many people in our situation do. We moved from our loft in San Francisco to a Progressive Suburb Bordered on One Side By A Large Metropolitan Area and on the Other by Farms That Grow Locally Sourced Produce. For brevity, I will refer to this as PSBOSBALMA, or Marin County.
The Adventures of an Elderly Couple Unseen in The Avengers, by Nathan Holic
Several thousand feet above, superheroes and secret agents were fighting with Norse gods aboard an invisible flying aircraft carrier, an epic battle for the fate of humanity, but for the 2,000 cruise ship passengers far below, it was just a gray thumbnail-sized smudge in the sky.
Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks, by Jennifer Sears
A glossy black car speeds quickly down Highway 24, southwest of Boston. In the front passenger seat, a man dressed like Batman curses at a driver dressed like Robin. Large pink letters painted across both sides of the car read, “Hanky’s Panky Entertainment Services” and below that, “Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks,” and then inred caps, “Boston’s Best in Balloons!”
The Outer Reaches of Love, by JP Kemmick
He's holding up a pad and pen on which he's written, “I miss you.” He's flying alongside the space shuttle, matching its seventeen thousand miles per hour as it orbits Earth like a singular, misplaced electron, his cape motionless in the void of space, a little adorable half-smile on his face.
Five Poems, by Jeannine Hall Gailey
For the Love of Ivy
(Poison Ivy Leaves a Note for Batman in the Wake of Another Apocalypse Attempt)
You can see, can’t you, the appeal of such a world – lush with growth,
Supergirl, by Eric Freeze
Gamma Ray Exposure
Actual Result: Headache, shortness of breath, stiffness in joints, liver damage, loose stool, impotence.
Comic Book Result: increased size and strength, greenish hue to skin
Alter Ego Monologues, by Dante Di Stefano
Clark Kent’s Guide to Authorship, Readership, Text, and Existence
Honestly, I’m embarrassed when somebody calls me Superman because I’m not that great and most of my heroics are egotistical acts of self-dramatization. I hate wearing tights and I eschew the red, white, and blue, although some misguided souls equateme with cold war notions of patriotism.
Issue 21 Preview: The Skeleton and the City, by Jose Hernandez Diaz
A giant skeleton rose from the concrete in the middle of the street. Cars pulled over. People started openly weeping.
Barrelhouse Reviews: Posthuman, by Risa Denenberg
Denenberg has woven together centuries, tangling time periods. The antiquated meeting the modern mirrors how our impact here on earth is not so easily erased. What we do now does not go away.
When the Bookmobile Lady Drives Down Your Street, by Colleen Michaels
When the bookmobile lady drives down your street
consider her to be behind the controls of an invisible plane.
Sharpen your sight and shout Shazamm!
Barrelhouse Reviews: The Dragons, The Giant, The Women, by Wayetu Moore
The Dragons, The Giant, The Women is a captivating story of Moore’s struggles with trauma, racism, self-love, and self-identification. Yet her family is its beating heart.
Barrelhouse Reviews: The Incredible Shrinking Woman, by Athena Dixon
Dixon’s words also add to a greater discourse about what it means to see and not be seen, what it means to hunger and not be filled, and how this leads to a desiccation of body and spirit.
Barrelhouse Reviews: Days of Distraction, by Alexandra Chang
Chang’s simplicity is a ruse; she introduces you to a little pile of ordinary ice, and before you can register its coldness, she shatters your big barge with her bigger iceberg.
Barrelhouse Reviews: Suppose a Sentence, by Brian Dillon
Sometimes an essay thinks and refers. Sometimes an essay feels like it’s among a sentence’s machineries—the form and context. Sometimes an essay stumps Dillon and he doodles.
Issue 21 Preview: Son of Immigrants, by Jaya Wagle
The son of immigrants will never know
the saaundhi mitti ki khushboo that signals the arrival of the first rains of monsoons, dark clouds bursting their pent-up water on a cracked earth, the rising of the soft dust, the slurry of water and soil…
Barrelhouse Reviews: Turn into the Water, by Dylan Krieger
Instead of dissolving into her gray matter, these traumas and losses have risen to the surface—like the crude oil from which this record was pressed—to construct, with pain, the spillage of these poems.
Barrelhouse Reviews: Silverfish, by Rone Shavers
In a world where only numbers have value, what space is left for selfhood? How have humans been transformed by this mechanized language?