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March 31, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ali Shapiro

If I leave rambling, incoherent apologies on your voicemail at four in the morning, is it still impressive that I’ve quit drinking?

March 30, 2016 | Fiction

Californication, Special AWP Edition

Daniel A. Hoyt

Season 6, season finale: Hank Moody attends AWP. Moral tragedy ensues.

March 29, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Collin Callahan

I awoke in a forest of yellow
trees. When the air turned cold
they erased themselves.

March 28, 2016 | Poetry

Little Death in Five Parts

Juliana Converse

I’m hoarse and feverish. We sing in the streets, “Feelin’ good was good enough for me, hee hee,” but then the breakfast booth only has two seats.

March 28, 2016 | Fiction

Where in the World Is Lowe Simmons?

Victor F. Glass

48 hours after his mysterious disappearance Lowe uploaded the first of many filter-less photographs to come to his, once deactivated and now reactivated, Instagram account. 

March 27, 2016 |

Some Horns (Pt. 11)

Nick Francis Potter

[Previously:  Part 10  ::  Part 9  ::  Part 8  ::  Part 7  ::  Part 6  ::  Part 5  ::  Part 4  ::  Part 3  ::  Part 2  ::  Part 1]

 

 

Last time on...

 

March 25, 2016 | Poetry

Milk Poems

Emily Carney

I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...

March 24, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Brennan Bestwick

I do not leave
the houses I’ve built, I carry the nails and raise

the walls around me

March 23, 2016 | Fiction

What We Did Not Lose in the Fire

Ashlie Hyer

But this whole thing is wrong. Your hair is uneven around the edges where you cut it this morning. 

March 21, 2016 | Fiction

Boy Toy

Sharma Shields

She wore a gold necklace that read “Boy Toy” and she stroked it lustily as she spoke. It was the 80s and everyone’s taste sucked. 

March 18, 2016 |

The VVitch / Triple 9

Sean Kilpatrick

Black Phillip says monogamy means convincing somebody they like being controlled.

March 18, 2016 | Fiction

This Is How Our First Real Conversation Will Happen

Gilbert Franco

I was sitting at the edge of her mattress. We barely looked at each other. She would have been in Chemistry if we hadn’t skipped third period. I would have been in English II.

March 17, 2016 | Poetry

Autocomplete

H.R. Webster

I can’t stop watching teenage boys eat shit at the skate park.
It gives me real pleasure.

March 17, 2016 |

Dirty Grandpa

Sean Kilpatrick

Stay in a hell I can't reach you from.

March 16, 2016 | Fiction

Red-eye

Kristen Rouisse

Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt’s metal latch. You say you don’t feel safe. That safety is a bigger lie than Jesus.

 
March 15, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Melissa Queen

You breathe and scream so deep, underwater it sounds like song. 

March 14, 2016 | Fiction

Resimulation

John Charles Wolf

Someone else is waiting by the door. I’m brushing dust off my jacket getting over to her, but really looking at my hand, which hasn’t stopped shaking in the past minute. I think I’m excited.

March 14, 2016 | Fiction

Bronson Alleys 

Andrew F Sullivan

An excerpt from WASTE: a novel

Elvira Moon loved bowling. For four straight years, her team, the Blooming Broads, dominated the women’s league, decimating all opponents until Big Tina quit to start her own team, the South Side Splitters, with that bitch Claudia from Couscous or whatever country she’d arrived from in a banana crate. 

March 13, 2016 |

Lazy Wolf: The Series (pt. 6)

Alex Jiang

[Previously on... Part 5 :: Part 4 :: Part 3 :: Part 2 :: Part 1]

Last time the notorious cats have tricked dogkind who sent its army on a wild goose chase to the cat's old planet, Cot neep,

March 11, 2016 | Fiction

Lighter Fluid

Eleanor Levine

She gave my dog lighter fluid.

She said my dog didn’t drink it because she put it there.

The dog drank it because it was an accident.

March 10, 2016 | Poetry

These things

Maribeth Theroux

A wedding is coming
up, and it’s mine

March 9, 2016 | Fiction

Where I Come From

Miles Preston-Clark

Whenever Amanda and I get into a fight she calls me poor. She tells me that, in my country, they sell nappy-headed dark skin girls like me for 20 silver coins and a healthy goat. 

March 7, 2016 |

A Recipe for Poached Pear 'Pot' Pie 

Mira Gonzalez

½ cup (one stick) of unsalted butter (higher quality butter = better tasting cannabutter)

¼ ounce of weed, VERY finely ground

March 7, 2016 | Fiction

Divine Worship

Rebekah Lee

I noticed a tall man in front of me with a long umbrella hanging from his arm. He was watching the priest and listening. When we began the preparations for communion, the tall man threw himself onto his knees. 

March 7, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Man Who Isn't My Father

Jenni Garber

I never call ahead to say I'm in town and on the way over because the front door is always unlocked. 

March 6, 2016 | Interview

Misery Needs Jokes: A Conversation with Jon-Michael Frank, author of How’s Everything Going? Not Good

Andrew Bomback

The third episode of Louis C.K.’s new series, Horace and Pete, is a nearly hour-long conversation between Horace (Louis C.K.) and his ex-wife, Sarah (Laurie Metcalf). Conversation really isn’t the

March 4, 2016 | Fiction

They Also Use Tools, and Are Capable of Making Plans

Juliana Gray

Look at those fucking crows, Mona said.  She and Dan and I were sitting on our porch, drinking vodka tonics and staring at the view, which was pretty good with the sun going down and the corn in the field between our two houses almost ripe and ready to harvest. 

March 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Little Girls

Zhanna Slor

It’s 2006, I’m nineteen, and I have a part-time job with my uncle engraving portraits into tombstones. 

March 3, 2016 | Poetry

My Old Friend Lou

Milton P. Ehrlich

Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.

March 2, 2016 | Fiction

Between the Lines

Denise Milstein

He was riding down the street like you, contramano, and the image came of you on your bike, and I wished for the dream of the flying bicycle to return, the one where I find you again.