In this fleshy-headed issue we explore some veritable bullshit.
We all wanted something more than this, but as much as we crave astonishing literature, we continue to rebuke the truths concerning our fleshy-headedness. Often times, someone else has to explain that another person is hungry for something. How many times have you heard “feed lad, he shy” whispered from a bubbly silhouette in a dark corner? The following words come to all of our dismay. They describe not only what it means to be fleshy headed, but also the niceties of how fleshy-headed we all sincerely are.
The paragraph above is what happens when you allow a poetry editor free reign to blabber in a lit mag (our fiction editor has trouble spelling). We hope you enjoy this fleshy-headed issue of Ornery Quarterly.