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February 29, 2016 | Fiction

This May Surprise You

Amy Silverberg

My friend, she wants to win a man over with a story. “He loves to read,” she says, “and I want to impress him. Could you write me something?”

February 26, 2016 | Poetry

The Butcher

Teresa Plana

 

Once a year I decide
I don't love you. It's

today. Watch me
not make you breakfast.

The child is only
this flesh I grew

and you tore 
out of me.

Now it stirs in the

February 25, 2016 | Poetry

Alpha Centauri, Taylor Rain

Vishal Narang

 

I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping
mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner

Whenever I've awoken him, he has
acknowledged my presence immediately

and put his hand in the

February 24, 2016 | Fiction

Nothing Has a Location Until It Is Observed  

Andrea Eberly

When Sophie arrived home from the Strange Charm concert, she realized she was now in possession of an uncomfortable secret. The next day at work it replayed in her mind at least a hundred times. 

February 23, 2016 | Poetry

Deleted Vows

Vincent Scarpa

 

To love is to understand
the tsunami--

that it's just a thing the sea does
when it's been too long

missing the

February 22, 2016 | Fiction

Perennial

Caitlin Fitzpatrick

After the funeral, Dakota drove straight to the airport; there was nowhere else to go. Her brother was the only remaining soul in the Rocky Mountains she’d known.

February 21, 2016 |

Those Bears (pt. 8)

Jarod Roselló

[Previously on... Part 7  |  Part 6  |  Part 5  |  Part 4  |  Part 3  |  Part 2  |  Part 1]

February 19, 2016 | Poetry

No One Ever Said a Murder Ballad was Anything but Haunting

BJ Love


but that's all about to change. My murder ballads, well, they prefer to terrify. I want to talk more about titular heroes. About what it means to kiss a goose. I mean, kill a goose. I want to do

February 18, 2016 | Fiction

The Last of the Bonafide Virtuosos

Alex Blum

There’s hardly anywhere like Norton’s anymore, and no one like Norton. He sold phrases for special occasions out of a shop in Queens.

February 17, 2016 |

ANOMALISA

Sean Kilpatrick

My bathroom break is getting ahead of me.

February 17, 2016 | Poetry

Sick Days

Kailey-Alyssa

 

chipped finger

nails the door shut         a swastika

earlobe   an appalachian woman

swollen & eating dirt       coercing

tiny white knots      you

February 16, 2016 | Fiction

The Door Saga

Becky Bosshart

Chesterfield knocked with two eczematous knuckles—only a courtesy warning to let her know he was coming on in. This time he walked into a locked door.

February 15, 2016 |

LOVE

Sean Kilpatrick

The dirt on our hands now, how airbrushed in.

February 14, 2016 |

Some Horns (Pt. 10)

Nick Francis Potter

A werewolf?
You know, I feel like it's a good possibility, officer, I really do.

February 12, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Miles Preston-Clark

 

Greek Yogurt

my daughter and I were watching TV
it was some show where a group of overweight women
lose a bunch of weight and wear bikinis in front
of their families and significant

February 12, 2016 | Fiction

Self Defense for Girls

Laurie Cedilnik

Sarah squeezed into a bathroom stall with Ralph. Outside her boyfriend sat at the bar, nursing yet another domestic beer.

February 11, 2016 | Poetry

Hot Box

Sheila Squillante

where’s my dark booth damp panties mid-day fluff and relief

February 10, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Indiana Jones

 

THE HEART OF THE MATTER

If I had any money I would leave the country. There aren't any people here and I know them all. I only want to express myself, but you can't say things like

February 9, 2016 | Fiction

Luck Come Undone

Jason Thayer

Hector was lucky and he knew it. And everyone else knew it too.

February 7, 2016 |

Lazy Wolf: The Series (pt. 5)

Alex Jiang

[Previously on... Part 4 :: Part 3 :: Part 2 :: Part 1]

Here's what happened. Lt' Pup' Got mental bombed by a cat. Boom. He had to fight for his life in his mind. Boom. And he won the battle.

February 5, 2016 | Poetry

My Body

Moriah Pearson


That thing I scrape against every floor.
That thing, that thing keeps betraying me.

I knock on wooden bones for good luck,
but the splinters in knuckles act as omen.

I fold it with

February 4, 2016 | Poetry

the preamble to the deceleration of independence

Sam Price

 

everyone leaves the party

and I'm still at the party

I sleep on the floor some time later, leaving

a half-drunk Miller Lite within reach

 

there are mattresses

February 4, 2016 | Fiction

The Civilized Pirate

Sommer Schafer

He wasn’t expecting how strong they’d be with their pale soft hands and their petticoats and their bowties and their cummerbunds. But when they stormed the ship, they threw aside lacy parasols and let fall monoculars.

February 2, 2016 | Poetry

Real Winter

Lucy Tiven

The first time i took an Adderall I fell in love and was in love

for four years.

February 2, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Walgreens Years

J.H. Pearl

No one has all the answers. What could the man returning a fleece bodysuit say to the woman behind him getting ready to buy exactly the same item?

February 1, 2016 |

Those Bears (pt. 7)

Jarod Roselló

[Previously on... Part 6  |  Part 5  |  Part 4  |  Part 3  |  Part 2  |  Part 1]

February 1, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Joseph Parker Okay

 

father, son, and holy void

i no longer care
whose fault it was

which probably means
it was mine.

i could drive my car
into lake michigan

and wake up where
you