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July 31, 2013 | Fiction

An Account of the Shell

Patty Yumi Cottrell

Suppose the policeman does not come when you call him for help. So what good is the phone? What good is the policeman? Suppose the policeman is distantly related to a little Polish man who has

July 30, 2013 | Fiction

Field Guide for Fools

Erin Fortenberry

Curation

I told my first lie to a girl with a Hans Christian Andersen name, holding onto the metal bars in the playground while I spoke. The smell of pennies stayed on my hands until

July 29, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Douglas Korb

 

Where Everywhere Snow, There Grass


There was a patch of grass. There was snow
around the patch of grass. There was me.
I am not about the snow; the snow is not about
me. Although

July 26, 2013 |

An Assessment of Fast Food Hamburgers in the Southeastern United States, pt. 3

Joseph R Worthen

NOTE: This is the second of four installments in this series. We will be featuring two hamburger joints at a time. Read installments 1 and 2.

ABSTRACT

Within the pages of this report I’ve

July 26, 2013 |

Only God Forgives

Sean Kilpatrick

Note to critics: Nicolas Winding Refn is your better.

July 25, 2013 | Fiction

Joining the Circus

Erik Evenson

The three of them were in the car headed eastbound I-90, on their way to Tiny’s Farm, when Millard thought of his first name of the day.

“Abraham,” he said. “That’s got to be the

July 24, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Allison Leigh

 

Thing Being

               Écriture feminine

I was told on a train I was after

delicate—or something to do

with feathers. I heard bird, bird

bird. I heard the word

July 23, 2013 | Fiction

Clearance

Susannah Felts

He led her blindfolded through the kitchen, down the steps to the backyard. “Birthday girl,” he had whispered to her this morning, offering her coffee in bed. 

July 22, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Andrew J. Khaled Madigan

 

In first grade

we had to make
a little booklet
about our dads.

You take a sheet
of paper, fold it
fold it again

and then draw
a picture
on every page.

Well, on the

July 19, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

M. G. Martin

 

will become

the morning your boots are filled with so much gravity that it is impossible to walk up or fall down a hill, will be the morning before violence. on this morning, the edge of

July 19, 2013 |

This Is The End (Spoiler Alert: Even Hipsters Can Love It)

Max

I’ve been shocked by reactions to This Is The End on two separate occasions. The first was after I’d seen the movie (three times) and a male acquaintance was shocked that a girl would even like it,

July 18, 2013 | Fiction

Batter

W.R. Porter

"Hills Like White Elephants" on a waffle.

July 17, 2013 | Poetry

Care of Hardwood Floors

Liz N. Clift

The gouges / in the floor will become your scars, even as you erase / the life you had together. The floor is your map.

July 16, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Siel Ju

 

Parricide

Finally they took over the city of my father,
filled it with mosquitoes and bush fog, threw him
in a river of flamingo feces. His snide asides
fell on foreign ears, for

July 15, 2013 | Fiction

Drought

Ian Sanquist

One summer, under the streetlamps, the storm clouds, our friend on life support...

July 12, 2013 |

An Assessment of Fast Food Hamburgers in the Southeastern United States, pt. 2

Joseph R Worthen

NOTE: This is the second of four installments in this series. We will be featuring two hamburger joints at a time. Read the first installment HERE.

ABSTRACT

Within the pages of this

July 12, 2013 | Poetry

6 Poems (plus bonus possum poem)

Bill Carty

 

Sound for Fishes

Swim with a rock clutched between your teeth, apple-like. Have a friend do the same. Bang your rock against his rock. It will look like bad CPR. Sound is loudest

July 11, 2013 | Poetry

Five Poems from Radiant Action

Matt Hart

Anything worth saying can be rendered / as an aphorism, might itself be an aphorism, / just so you know     My phrase of the moment / is radiant action...

July 10, 2013 | Fiction

Trellis Passing

Michael Chaney

The new neighbors were moving vans and glimpses behind curtains. In time, they became an electronic fiction behind a white trellis fence. My dog could smell their vacancies.

July 9, 2013 | Fiction

The Painter's Arm

Eliza Smith

My boyfriend cut off my arm while I slept. He had thought the whole thing through months in advance, he told me the next morning.

July 8, 2013 | Poetry

Guest Host

Diya Chaudhuri

George Strait’s in this poem now, he’s meddling
with everything.  He’s reading words
with the wrong inflections, making me older
than I know how to be. He wants Texas in here;
[defend

July 8, 2013 | Fiction

The Part Where Bull Scours His Room for Bugs

Diego Báez

He slides an open palm up and down wallpaper that appears to depict horsemen and battalions in battle. He presses an ear to it. He tilts a framed print of Caravaggio’s Holofernes away from the wall.

July 5, 2013 | Poetry

That Old and Good and Old Timey Good New England Butter

Sean Kilpatrick

 

Remember being mammalian in the friar patch?

Remember your best reserve for slattern hells?

Remember being mammalian?

This gizmo stuck in my fuss like a picnic,

July 4, 2013 | Poetry

4th of July & Two Poems

Katie Schmid

I turned my head so fast / I mistook the moon / for a firework / and then I wanted // to bark too...

July 3, 2013 | Fiction

Excerpt from the Novella in Progress, Bridges No Longer Span These Waters

Brian Warfield

Daniel heard it driving home...

July 2, 2013 | Fiction

A Slick Six from Camouflage Country

Mel Bosworth & Ryan Ridge

Encore

He got a nice new haircut. His laryngitis was gone. His heart hurt less and the same with his head. His surgical scars had healed. He felt like food again. Strangely, the older and

July 1, 2013 | Fiction

Disaster Photos

Nathan Tavares

You could still hear the sounds of their screams, over the water, as they tipped over the falls.