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May 31, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 3)

Nick Francis Potter

My daughter is going to be so disappointed in me.

May 30, 2015 | Nonfiction

Game of the Day: Opening Day

Jesse Sawyer

April 6, 2014
Opening Day
San Diego Padres
vs.
Los Angeles Dodgers
Dodger Stadium
Los Angeles, CA






San Diego



Los

May 29, 2015 | Nonfiction

ER #6

Michael Levan

She lasts another day, maybe two. 

May 28, 2015 | Nonfiction

A Review of Cult of Loretta That Is Also An Essay Addressing the ‘Art vs. The Artist’ Debate (and more!)

Elizabeth Ellen

Another night we got so high I broke into our next-door neighbor’s house and stole their television so we could watch The Simpsons. I asked Loretta where I should put it. She said on top of the TV, which is how we discovered that we already had a TV.

May 28, 2015 | Poetry

New York Journal and Advertiser, 1898

Chelsea Werner-Jatzke

 

The Dinosaur of Wyoming

I was never born a hermaphrodite. But I tell this story where I am born a hermaphrodite. And anyone listening after I get to the part when the gynecologist asks if

May 27, 2015 | Poetry

Future Daughter

Sally Rodgers


Untitled One

Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the story being if thrown into something sombrous, spokes-of-light, it

May 27, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Asha Dore

"My record does not contain the helicopter dream I’ve been having for ten years/where I’m an actor paid by the government to fake a zombie epidemic."

May 26, 2015 | Nonfiction

Goth Ryan

Chelsea Martin

Tara and I were impressed by the Goth subculture Goth Ryan and Tara’s boyfriend took part in not just because of the black strappy clothes, black fingernails, and heavy eye makeup (which we immediately began imitating), but also their directness and openness about feelings of sadness and rottenness. 

May 26, 2015 | Fiction

The Disrupted Tour by the Veterans Tower

Matthew Pitt

Faced with the swirling chaos of three days ago, I must hold fast to certain truths. 

May 25, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Gabrielle Freeman

But I think of you this way anyway, your bright corona blinding my eyes. 

May 24, 2015 |

Those Bears (pt. 2)

Jarod Roselló

Someone is in trouble! Should I be running toward danger?

May 23, 2015 |

Letter to the Editor

Sara McGrath

I've been taking what feels like a giant amount of vitamins for approximately three days, which is a long time for me to do anything very consistently. 

May 22, 2015 |

Non-Reader Spotlight: Seth Fein and Justine Bursoni, Part 1

How do two cultural dynamos get away with never reading?

May 22, 2015 |

Mad Max Fury Road / Tender Napalm / Zeitgeist Theatre

Sean Kilpatrick

Not belonging feels more and more like banging a rough cookie on the counter these days. I would take pride in my crumbs, if I knew how. It’s good to be alive like a delinquent spaz.

May 21, 2015 | Poetry

Facebook Friends

Fiona Helmsley

 

When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me out.
You haven't seen me in over twenty years,
and have never met

May 21, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Kerry Cullen

I know you toss out untouched leftovers, and miss them.

May 19, 2015 | Poetry

Ascent

Susan Comninos

 

Places that will not want
You, strike hooves below the earth.
Fur-breathed, and winter friendly—

Cider and hot baths,
Like consolation, cool
Off fast. Why, Kafka,

Have I had

May 18, 2015 | Fiction

Bear Country

Christian TeBordo

I realized that my son’s vocabulary, though impressive, would not help much with anything he was likely to encounter in everyday life, now or in the future.

May 17, 2015 |

Flying Machine (pt. 2)

Lydia Conklin

Flying is dangerous, Lydia. I don't want to die today, do you? 
I guess not.

May 15, 2015 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Matt Sailor

Sean Astin is ready for a break. Time to take a load off. Put up his hairy, latex feet. Empty his pockets of Lembas bread and Elven rope and cozy up next to the fire. Join the other Hobbits down

May 14, 2015 | Fiction

Paradise Lost

Samuel Ligon

Is there anything more adorable than a drunk toddler? I don’t mean a slurring, stumbling, falling down, cursing toddler, though we often enough found ourselves in that state, but an evenly buzzed toddler, whose mother can offset whiskey intake with soothing butter, maintaining her toddler’s perfect, moderate drunkenness.

May 13, 2015 | Poetry

5 ways of throwing something into the boston public gardens swan pond

John Mortara

1.         board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your phone absently / remember
            how so many people needed your attention last month that it made you want to

May 13, 2015 | Fiction

As Easter Approaches

Louise De Vilmorin; translated by Madeleine Maillet

Another family story. I can’t get away from it. As Easter approaches, I find myself thinking about one of my aunts who, when it came to transportation, had only known the transportations of

May 12, 2015 | Nonfiction

Notes on the difference between conclusive and inconclusive

Lisa Annelouise Rentz

I love it when I’m speeding and then again I love it when I crash.

May 12, 2015 | Poetry

Summer (again)

Joseph Anderson

I am remembering it wrong but do not care.

May 11, 2015 | Fiction

Distrito Federal

Nora Lange

If Conlon wasn’t busy composing music for the player piano, he spent his time mulling over cryptic scenarios that provoked his interest; for instance, how a boat made out of paper illustrated to resemble wood looks like a boat made out of wood.

May 10, 2015 |

Some Horns (pt. 2)

Nick Francis Potter

Oh, sheesh! ... What the heck?

May 8, 2015 |

Lazy Wolf Comics

Alex Jiang

I created my own Rube Goldberg machine!

May 8, 2015 | Fiction

The Performers

Agri Ismaïl

She glances into a pocket mirror. She is WIFE now. She doesn’t need to go through her lines, she’s been doing this for years.

May 7, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Parker

Kentucky Swami

(For Tim Skeen)

                         "Poetry / makes nothing happen" –Auden

                        "yet men die miserably every day / 
                        for