Today we are going to do the Mahat-Pad visualization from ancient times. Find a comfortable place to sit or … More
Category: Bad Survivalist
The couple that camps together gets mauled together. Never ask for directions but plead for outdoor sex? Every pool is safe for swimming. You are a bad survivalist; blaze your trail for HFR.
John B. Oldenborg: Three Poems for Bad Survivalist
Eco-Terrorist After the Great Miami-Dade Snail Invasion of 1966 I. When there are no more breadcrumbs flocks of the … More
Joe Rupprecht: “dear nebula,” a poem for Bad Survivalist
1. swarms milk the sky’s geometry our imaginary cocoons embrace dead pupas socketed with small pearlescent eyes the dark … More
“Lessons Unlearned”: A Bad Survivalist Poem by Colby McAdams
It’s true, in order to stay relevant I try to learn one new skill every year Naturally, I must … More
Bad Survivalist: “On Catfish,” a poem by Ryan Keeney
At nine, Dad taught me how to gut a catfish. Thick-skulled, even out of water they are survivors, known … More
Matthew Feinstein: Two Fraternity Poems for Bad Survivalist
Portrait of Pledge Being Left in the Middle of Nowhere on Shrooms It’s Fall. The Pledge Master has me … More
“Lunch Break”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Stephanie Austin
THE SKY OVER MY CHOSEN park bench is summer and painful. Fold my hands. Block out the kids running … More
Sara Quinn Rivara: “Instructions for Surviving the End of the World,” a hybrid piece for Bad Survivalist
x The road to Mouth Cemetery is gravel, hardly a road. Runs past a falling-down yellow farmhouse, three air … More
Bad Survivalist: “there is this instrument called a gnomon,” a poem by Ryan Rowland
—for Nicky J There is some tool called a gnomon I guess it measures shadows Sprayed by the … More
“Bear Control”: A Short Story by Jennifer Lynn Christie for Bad Survivalist
Part I: The Beginning WHEN I WAS SMALL, I had dreams of the zoo. Putting mammoth-sized kibble in a … More
“Owls in the Palms : The Uninspired Apartment : Notes from a Lost Decade (1)”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Reagan Wiles
THE POLICE LEFT MY iPOD behind on the hillside in front of Red Lobster with my red leather journal, … More
“On ‘Starlings, Caravans’ by Kay Sage”: An Ekphrastic Essay by Nadia Arioli (nee Wolnisty) for Bad Survivalist
ONCE, I BROKE MY OWN heart. Listen. Miscarriage is normal, expected, considered fine. We get our hopes up. We … More