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
- “Loopholes to maintaining ethical consumption under capitalism,” by Julia Kopstein
- Defenestration: December 2025
- “That Special Time of Year,” by Sean Cahill
- “What Ephesians Said,” by Kate Horsley
- “Ben Dover Has Died From Dysentery,” by Christy Hartman
- “My Hot Broker,” by K. G. Kirkland
- “The Coiled Snake,” by Remington Bishop Lamons
- “Build-a-Grudge,” by Joy Kennedy O’Neill
- “I Am Your Puppetmaster, Now I’m Going To Critique Your Crudités Selection,” by Olly Blackburn
- “Do Not Resuscitate,” by Michael Fowler
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Defenestration: December 2025
Happiest of holiday seasons to you all! Welcome to the December 2025 issue of Defenestration, weary travelers. Pull up a chair or a futon, grab your beverage of choice, and stay a while. It’s a weird world out there, and we think you’ll be much more comfortable in here with us. I mean, it’s pretty weird in here, too, but it’s the nonthreatening kind of weird you can introduce to your pets and your parents.
Defenestration: August 2025
Hello, everyone! Welcome to the August 2025 issue of Defenestration, the literary magazine dedicated to humor and one of the few artifacts that will remain after the apocalypse (alongside cockroaches, AOL discs, and Twinkies). We’re happy you’ve decided to join us this month for an adventure into the surreal and absurd. You won’t be disappointed.
Defenestration: April 2025
Good morning, friends of the internet, and welcome to the April 2025 issue of Defenestration! I think this is the first time the issue has ever fallen on Easter, so I’m sure many of you are about to enjoy today’s short stories and poems with fingers sticky with chocolate, marshmallows, and jellybeans; that stuff is a pain to clean off your screens and keyboards, so I suggest washing your hands before you continue. That’s probably a good idea, anyway. Y’all touch some weird stuff.
Nonfiction
“Loopholes to maintaining ethical consumption under capitalism,” by Julia Kopstein A few times a year, I meet up with some of my college friends ($80k annual tuition) from a seminar called Poverty and Inequality. We bonded over a group project where we had to create a PowerPoint about where we think that the Poverty Line should be drawn. (Are you living in poverty if you don’t have WiFi? What if you’re just off the grid?)
After a few $21 martinis, the same conversation always comes up. The perennial riddle: is there a such thing as ethical consumption under capitalism?
Fake Nonfiction
“Please Just Let Me, A Rapidly Expiring Banana, Get Baked,” by Diane Durant It’s been the shy side of two weeks since I found myself adrift in this mid-century modern fruit basket shaped like the architectural renderings of Noah’s Ark. The oranges mock me with their zest, the lemons with their unwavering yellow. But as my fibrous plumbing leaks the fluid from my body—my stringy bits are edible by the way, right up until the end—I have but one simple request: just let me get baked. We can do it together. I know you want to.
Fiction
“That Special Time of Year,” by Sean Cahill The room was festooned with garlands and tinsel. Pinecones and sprigs of holly were taped to the walls, and a foamy blanket of fake snow covered the teacher’s desk. On the chalkboard was a crude drawing of a late-model SUV, along with some dollar signs and percentages.
Poetry
“Sylvia Plath Goes to Whole Foods,” by Chris Turner The kale bunches, thick-skulled and Germanic,
Green as envy. Eight dollars, ninety-nine
For what Aurelia pulled free
From Wellesley soil. I buy three bundles of virtue
That will blacken like the bell jar.
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.