Ben & Winslow
Live Out Your Filthy, Goblin-Filled Dreams
Winslow has been involved in the fast-paced world of goblin erotica since at least 2012, when he hired a slightly defective Japanese robot to help him illustrate comics. Looking back at that older comic, it certainly seems… prescient.
Recent Posts
- “Short Reviews of Things Found in My Apartment,” by Tyler Plofker
- “Annmarie,” by Ferre Leriche
- “Report: Men are More Sexually Aroused by Packing Up a Car Than They are by Having Actual Sex with Their Actual Partners,” by Ruby Rosenthal
- “A Bowling Pin Invite,” by Mason Whitfield
- “Why I Can Proudly Check the Box That Says, ‘I am Not a Robot.’” By Chris Bullard
- “Stef,” by Ferre Leriche
- “Why I Should Be Awarded a Nobel Prize,” by Zoé Mahfouz
- “Liam,” by Ferre Leriche
- “An Open Letter to Wikipedia, In Re: Myself,” by David Guaspari
- “The Common Features of Other People’s Houses,” by Sarp Sozdinler
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Defenestration: August 2024
It’s still technically summer, and while I know you’re impatiently waiting for the onset of sweater weather, never fear: the August 2024 issue of Defenestration is here, so at the very least you won’t be bored. (At least for now. I don’t know how long it will take you to read six short stories and six poems. Probably not very long. So maybe you won’t be bored for the next 45 minutes. If we’re lucky, the weather will get cooler in that short time and you’ll be able to break out that sweater in your closet that’s been tempting you with is scandalous softness all summer.)
Defenestration: April 2024
Welcome, one and all, to the April 2024 issue of Defenestration, which marks our 21st volume. Yes, Defenestration is now old enough to drink alcoholic beverages in the United States, obtain a concealed weapons permit, adopt a child, and gamble at casinos. So if you don’t hear from Defenestration for the next week or so,
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Defenestration: December 2023
Hello, world! Welcome to the December 2023 issue of Defenestration!
I’m going to be honest with you. As I write this I’m preparing to watch The Muppet Christmas Carol with my family. We have pizza. We have soda. Our bodies and minds are prepared for the greatest Christmas movie to ever deck our halls. So I’m really not in the proper mindset to write a decent editorial. I could write about Muppets, certainly. I could write pages and pages about Muppets. But Kermit and his friends don’t really have anything to do with this latest issue of Defenestration.
Nonfiction
“The Common Features of Other People’s Houses,” by Sarp Sozdinler No particle of dust would dare occasion to life and every speck of fingernail dirt is manicured to death in those matrimonial homes where attention to detail is a time-honored virtue and everything smells of the same multipurpose detergent, like bedsheets in sad hotels. Those houses are policed by unimpressed Virgos who massage their furniture with spit and wash their mopheads as frequently as their hair. If living inside a toothpaste tube were a social norm, those homeowners would be the forebearers of an all-white nation.
Fake Nonfiction
“Short Reviews of Things Found in My Apartment,” by Tyler Plofker Kitchen Faucet
Really good. Pull up the handle and water comes out of it and doesn’t stop until you put the handle back down. Thought maybe there was a limit to the amount of water that could come out of it, but I’ve let it run for upwards of eighty-six hours on multiple occasions and it has never shown any signs of slowing. Seemingly has access to unlimited H2O. A quick google search suggests that “approximately 3.5 million people die each year due to inadequate water supply.” They should come to my apartment.
Fiction
“All Sales Are Final,” by Eric Lawson On a typical sleepy Sunday morning in Glendale, California, Kyle and his wife, Noelle, were setting up lawn chairs for their garage sale. A small playing card table was situated between them with a pitcher of ice tea and two cups. A sign on a makeshift sandwich board read: GARAGE SALE. ALL SALES ARE FINAL. This was the second attempt as the previous day a steady drizzle had kept only but a handful of the bargain hunters away.
Poetry
“According to Trader Joe’s Grocery Bag,” by Monica Dobos all you need in life is bread, grapes, wine, a wedge of Swiss cheese, a fork, a spoon, a man in high boots looking through a hand-held telescope, a man in a flying contraption who tries to steal the telescope.
Ben & Winslow
Live Out Your Filthy, Goblin-Filled Dreams Winslow has been involved in the fast-paced world of goblin erotica since at least 2012, when he hired a slightly defective Japanese robot to help him illustrate comics. Looking back at that older comic, it certainly seems… prescient.