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June 30, 2016 | Fiction

Early October

Haley Morton

There is an eerie glow to the hollowness of bark that has been stripped of its leaves and fruit

June 29, 2016 | Nonfiction

What Is Not the Moon Will Only Make You Farther

Ali Rachel Pearl

I try to turn everything into a metaphor so I don’t have to face it straight on.

June 29, 2016 | Poetry

two poems

JDA Winslow

 

believing in nothing
listening to jazz
cooking purple sprouting
rituals evoking
somelike
the aspirations
of the expectations
of a certain

June 28, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Emily Sipiora

please alert The

Paris Review that this wrenching November

is truly the cruelest month of all.

June 28, 2016 | Fiction

All Of These Scenes Are Harshly Lit

Michael Schuck

When was the last time she ran? At all? As a real kid in bare feet in grass at her grandparents’ house.

June 27, 2016 | Fiction

The Worlds I Destroy

Taylor Bostick

At least I was alone, I tell myself. There’s no one to miss the worlds I destroy but me.

June 24, 2016 | Poetry

4 Poems

Lydia Hounat

the drugs didn’t wear off,
the guy she wants to get in bed
                                doesn’t really care.

when she was 6 she’d never touch cigarettes,
                                but drugs made her slip

June 24, 2016 |

Nightmares

Annalise Mabe

He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.

June 23, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Wendy C. Ortiz

washing the wound
in beer and poetry

June 23, 2016 | Fiction

Chicharones

Herve Comeau

She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I ask her who it was on the phone she says, “My mother,”

June 22, 2016 | Fiction

Reliable 

Acquanetta M. Sproule

I call him “Morty” and he’s one of my most consistent companions.

Each morning when I wake, he whispers:  “Today, you die.”

June 22, 2016 | Fiction

People Resent You For It

Ardith Bravenec

Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.  

June 21, 2016 | Poetry

5 Poems

Hanna Mangold

Yellow 1 & 2

I will no longer keep you; I will remember you yellow

you have a beautiful yellow
ache, a scarf made of heavy eyelashes.
I keep you tucked in my backpack among
other

June 21, 2016 | Nonfiction

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Alexis Pope

Things to remember:

Ghost Deer, Ohio

Ray St. Ray

June 20, 2016 |

LO AND BEHOLD, REVERIES OF THE CONNECTED WORLD

Sean Kilpatrick

Not every cry is a cry for help.

June 20, 2016 | Poetry

A Giant Cat Poem

Noah Cicero

 

There is not one song
in my YouTube 
favorites 
sad enough
to endure this night
wearing my khaki
work pants 
with a small kitty
crawling on my lap

The internet is

June 17, 2016 |

My Life as Dad

Peter Witte

I don't like the shirt you're wearing.
That's no reason to call me stupid.

June 17, 2016 | Poetry

i can't watch tv anymore ever basically

Paige Allen


the cat and i are watching HBO pretending time passes much faster than it does like how this guy has been in prison for 52 days but it's only been 11 minutes

i can't look at people on tv

June 17, 2016 |

THE LOBSTER

Sean Kilpatrick

A sponsorship for every spree.

June 16, 2016 | Fiction

Socrates and The Common Cuckoo

Roz Ray

You know you’re in the shit when you’re looking to fortune cookies for encouragement

June 15, 2016 | Poetry

SEARCHING FOR PETCO

Skylar Moore

 

For three days, I drive the city in search of PetCo. Day one, I tell myself that PetCo will be easy
to find. I don't find PetCo. Day two, I use the GPS, but despite reading the

June 14, 2016 | Fiction

How To Fall In Love

Emily Lackey

Sign up for Match.com. You’ve heard it works. You’ve heard for one out of every three marriages, the couple meets online.

June 13, 2016 | Poetry

An Offertory, on a Small Court

Julia Dixon Evans

We turned off the game and drove to the mountains, a dead dog in the backseat

June 13, 2016 | Nonfiction

Daughter of Wands: Notes on Hilda Doolittle, Tarot, and the Spiritual Marketplace 

Rebecca van Laer

The walls, statues, and shrines of the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum are covered in offerings to the spirits—or loa—represented within. Plaques have pennies and dimes resting on their frames; there is a wishing stump filled with dollar bills. And there is lip-gloss everywhere.

June 10, 2016 | Poetry

two poems

Alana Folsom

 

 

June 9, 2016 | Fiction

On Not Going for a Beer

Hannah Dow

And she doesn’t know a word of German, except “bier.”

June 8, 2016 | Poetry

ATMOSPHERE

Philip Dinolfo

 

One day I came across an inverted map of the Western Hemisphere. Cape Horn was in Alaska's usual position. I felt very disturbed, like air was flooding into the space above North America and

June 8, 2016 | Interview

Finding Your Place Via Place: an Interview with Zachary Tyler Vickers

Zachary Tyler Vickers & Pat Siebel

Likely I’ll fail to properly introduce Zachary Tyler Vickers’ debut, Congratulations on Your Martyrdom!, so I’ll make no fancy words about it: this collection of interconnected stories—comprised of

June 7, 2016 | Poetry

all gods & mysteries

Aran Donovan

 

love becoming, like an apple,
this requires time, starred
blossom, then summer, the attention
of bees, grown men
bow their heads, concentrating
on the national anthem
in stadiums

June 6, 2016 | Poetry

Elegy with arms folded

Alison Thumel

 

You've told me you feel like a bat.

What you don't mean is your wings.
Or the development of a reflex that draws your ears toward small sounds.

What you do mean is that you're