Welcome to Recommended Reading’s new Monday supplement, a biweekly home for short prose, poetry, and comics. Bigfoot on the Beach Issue №1 | We Live in a Tree for One Month Every Year by Re...
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When Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche was five, monks took him from his mother. When he was twenty, he and the monks fled Tibet. He studied comparative religion in Oxford. A car accident left him half pa...
Day Off A man hanging out by the dumpsters below my window said“That’s how they do it!”right as I’m climaxing It’s true, it’s a beautiful day Then coffee then the museum I can’t se...
After two years of curating delightfully strange, funny, and obscure writings at Okey-Panky, J. Robert Lennon is stepping down as Okey-Panky’s Editor-in-Chief to focus on his next novel. Elect...
https://electricliterature.com/big-changes-afoot-at-okey-panky/
Strange man I met the man when I stopped to give him a lift on my way home from town doing nothing in particular. I was on my own as usual and here was somebody with his thumb out looking for com...
https://electricliterature.com/unsatisfactory-paramours-of-britain/
Yo mama’s breath stinks so bad that when she goes into your room and picks up William Trevor: The Collected Stories from the nightstand, she breathes that stank breath on that old paper and the...
https://electricliterature.com/yo-mama-wants-to-know-what-kind-of-shit-youre-reading/
First, an origin story. In October of 2016, my friend John Bateman became obsessed with his iPhone. Of course, this did not make him unique. Specifically, he’d become fascinated with a new text...
https://electricliterature.com/eight-tiny-stories-translated-from-the-emoji/
Becoming that one with the hair the trees over there have arms tangled in intercourse—a moving tomb that crawls inches by the decades.an amber tint has leaked from the sky, somewherefar,somewh...
https://electricliterature.com/a-bristling-sculpture-waiting-to-be-named/
The drains were backing up. The sink in the bathroom, which I feared my daughter had stuffed with paper, drained with the slowness of an hourglass. The sink in the kitchen was only a little bette...
Lucid Ruse I’m eating lunch with Sami and watching the season’s first storm. Sami fled Syria seven years ago. His son, Victor attends school with Wil. Sometimes, Victor dresses like Charlie C...
https://electricliterature.com/spiders-in-the-sky-spiders-in-the-mouth/