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Die Ag No Sis photo
September 21, 2015 | Fiction

Die Ag No Sis

Nicholas Olson

To fall asleep in this room that is like forgetting your face.

Three Poems photo
September 21, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Reiser Perkins

O to be born again with thick, matted fur

 

I Can Self Destruct photo
September 18, 2015 | Nonfiction

I Can Self Destruct

Shawn Binder

If you’ve ever been asked to place your anxiety on a litmus test of 1-10 and have no idea what a 10 would constitute, then you know how jarring and disconnected this question could be. I thought about running away from the office, I thought about knocking over one of her plants 

A Man Got Shot in Ohio photo
September 18, 2015 | Fiction

A Man Got Shot in Ohio

Saugat Bhattarai

Later at night she looked by the fires of Ohio at the burn on her palm 

Math photo
September 17, 2015 | Fiction

Math

Paul Stinson

He wore these fuck-you neckties (one looked like a whole trout hanging down his chest) and bad jeans dyed mint green, lemon yellow, cake frosting blue.

Three Poems photo
September 17, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sarah Ann Winn

She says the moon is just an overflowing ashtray with butts buried in the dark side.

Something That I Don't Remember photo
September 16, 2015 | Fiction

Something That I Don't Remember

Chris Barton

I started to focus on feeling very satisfied with the pistachios then on a sort of discordant, non sequitur—the ironic memory of the gentle, almost weightless, excitement of holding an unopened Hershey bar. 

Staff Meeting photo
September 16, 2015 | Nonfiction

Staff Meeting

Ginny MacDonald

In the staff meeting she thought about enemas.  

Irrational Man photo
September 15, 2015 | movie reviews

Irrational Man

Sean Kilpatrick

Only someone whose amazing art can no longer hide them from the petty philanthropy hopefully juxtaposing the asinine incest of their crimes would issue such a dollar bill of a sentence. 

Six Days in Glorious Vienna photo
September 15, 2015 | Translation, Fiction

Six Days in Glorious Vienna

Yoko Ogawa

Fourteen tourists had signed up for “Six Days in Glorious Vienna: Open Plan,” and since Kotoko and I were the only singles in the group, it was inevitable that we ended up rooming together at the hotel.

Atoms photo
September 14, 2015 | Fiction

Atoms

Michelle Ross

A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.

Annotations photo
September 14, 2015 | Nonfiction

Annotations

Nari Kirk

In nearly every used book—bought, borrowed, or salvaged—I’ve found them. 

Some Horns (Pt. 8) photo
September 13, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Some Horns (Pt. 8)

Nick Francis Potter

You all don't seem too keen on fiddling here with bloody Henry.

Some Life, Hunh? photo
September 12, 2015 | Fiction

Some Life, Hunh?

Steve Anwyll

I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along  Rue Saint-Rémi.

You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.

To Never Speak Again photo
September 11, 2015 | Comics

To Never Speak Again

Peter Smyth

Maribou Slippers photo
September 10, 2015 | Coutoure Noir

Maribou Slippers

Tabitha Blankenbiller

Near the end of my acting gig, my Frederick’s of Hollywood maribou slippers faltered. They could practically touch the finish... more

Two Poems photo
September 10, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eliza Callard

I keep coming back to the church.  

Five Poems photo
September 9, 2015 | Poetry

Five Poems

Paul Asta

Beef with Chiptole, DMB at the Garden, working at the mall, and many more topics. 

An Encounter photo
September 9, 2015 | Fiction

An Encounter

Greg Mulcahy

I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.

Grimestore Cowboy photo
September 8, 2015 | Nonfiction

Grimestore Cowboy

Brian Alan Ellis

I was drunk and coked up and thought it’d be a good idea to cut through some strange wooded area. Then I was completely underwater. 

Daddy Issues photo
September 8, 2015 | Poetry

Daddy Issues

Tyler Gillespie

I tell you I wish my dad would come out as trans like Caitlyn Jenner &/or late-in-life gay like my ex-boyfriend’s father.

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy photo
September 7, 2015 | Fiction

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy

Cara Dempsey

Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.

3 Poems photo
September 7, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

B. Diehl

On your way home from work,
you stop at a liquor store for smokes.

Those Bears? photo
September 6, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Those Bears?

Jarod Roselló

SKATOPIA (POST) LIVEBLOG  photo
September 5, 2015 | Dispatches

SKATOPIA (POST) LIVEBLOG 

Juliet Escoria

    Our friend Stacy Kranitz, who is a (super talented) photographer, invited Scott and me... more

The Outsiders photo
September 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Outsiders

Shane Jones

Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets 

Faults / Cheap Thrills / The Shield / The Corndog Man photo
September 4, 2015 | movie reviews

Faults / Cheap Thrills / The Shield / The Corndog Man

Sean Kilpatrick

Being human is about: what’s unobtainable today? 

Street Names photo
September 3, 2015 | Fiction

Street Names

Irene McGarrity

When I met Magic on 188th and Valentine, he pulled a quarter from behind my ear.  Most guys didn’t try that hard. 

Sprint: A Plane Crashes Out Over the Atlantic photo
September 3, 2015 | Nonfiction

Sprint: A Plane Crashes Out Over the Atlantic

Andrew Bertaina

We were sitting on the shores of the Atlantic, waiting for the wind to change and the black flies to get blown back out to sea when the plane went down.

4 Poems photo
September 2, 2015 | Poetry

4 Poems

Emily Carney

legs apart, wrists willing: I am teaching myself to love sasha grey