The Virgin Chronicles

Winter Olympics 2026 Vogue China

Totally unrelated to this images -- I got super into women's hockey during these Olympics and this ankle-breaker got me up out my seat

By Louise Glück

It is not the moon, I tell you.

It is these flowers

lighting the yard.

I hate them.

I hate them as I hate sex,

the man’s mouth

sealing my mouth, the man’s

paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,

the low, humiliating

premise of union—

In my mind tonight

I hear the question and pursuing answer

fused in one sound

that mounts and mounts and then

is split into the old selves,

the tired antagonisms. Do you see?

We were made fools of.

And the scent of mock orange

drifts through the window.

How can I rest?

How can I be content

when there is still

By Kenneth Carroll

it was right about the time they started drafting for the iraqi war

snookie came to sign up but he didn’t walk through the door,

instead he leaped like a madman right through the plate glass

& kicked the recruiting sergeant square in his no-good ass

he said, “i wanna go to the desert, kill some arab chump

& drink his hot blood like water from a barnyard pump

i wanna get bit on my nose by a scorpion wit a bad attitude

i wanna smoke twelve packs a day & eat snake heart for food

i wanna drink poison gas with a side order of sand

& dance with a nuclear missile while digging the junkyard band

i wanna jump in an oil well & get real slick

then have me a party with some them mooslim chicks

cause i’m snookie johnson from a bad neighborhood

& when i get ciced up i don’t mean nobody good

so sign me up sergeant & sign me up fast

i’m just raring to kick me some motherfuckin ass”

the sergeant looked at snookie with nothing but disgust

knowing he was the kind of nigga can’t nobody trust

“you too damn crazy for the military,” the sarge said wit a frown