Ray Briggs

Mild-mannered philosophy professor by day, poet by night, Ray Briggs teaches at Stanford University, where they also host the syndicated radio show Philosophy Talk. They are the author of the poetry collections Common Sexual Fantasies, Ruined (Cordite Press, 2016) and Free Logic (University of Queensland Press, 2013), as well as the co-author of the zine Modern American Gods, Volumes One and Two (2018, with Anna Zusman) philosophy monograph What Even Is Gender (Routledge, 2023, with B. R. George).

fellas, it was so gay

ngl God, when you said you’d answer my prayer, I was picturing a cruise full of “straight” guys with heavenly jawlines and nine inches of uncut glory sucking each other off, rising again, then turning toward me in hunger that’s …

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Anti-Doodles: a Dada-ist Game for Long Pandemic Afternoons

As 20th Century Europe erupted into the chaos of the Great War, Dadaists responded with art forms that reflected the fragmentation and the unintelligibility of the world around them.

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Broken Dictionary

marriage (n.): longhand for merge meaning: two become one meaning: you. yew (genus Taxus): an evergreen with striking red berries. In a wide circle around it nothing can grow. circle ((x−h)^2 + (y−k)^2 = r^2): a special case of the …

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Rachael Briggs Reviews Maxine Beneba Clarke

The blurb at the back of the book touts nothing here needs fixing as ‘a stunning attack on the pretentious white male gits who see poetry as an exalted profession to keep away from those who are loud, black, female, happy, or even in possession of lives outside poetry.’

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Linen Closet

The two men snarl across the sheets, a Babel tangle. He runs his tongue along the weird word of his body. He wraps his skin in moans behind a stack of towels, forgets his name, digs down to where delight …

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Review Short: Jackson’s Lemon Oil

The final poem in Lemon Oil, titled ‘The right metaphor’, combines the thesis of independence with the antithesis of loneliness to synthesise a new metaphor for love. Love, Jackson tells us, is not a chain, a cage, or a leash, but a long elastic cord that lets us fly free yet binds us to each other, ensuring that ‘there’s always/ a way home’. This tension between two desires (one for freedom, the other for closeness) is emblematic of the book as a whole.

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