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July 29, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Scott Miles

Tonight a boy goes to a field where he knows a horse has died.

July 27, 2016 | Poetry

B(Earth)day

Matthew Schmidt

I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.

I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,

you have so many hills.

July 26, 2016 |

Wow and Flutter #4: Be Thankful for What You Got

Tyler Koshakow

I make him coffee, I make hot chocolate for his kids, and sometimes I buy his weed.

July 25, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Maggie Graber

April

A cycle with seven edges
equals my dream of bicycle spokes
jutting towards the center
of an ice cream bowl. Don’t tell me
the seconds yellow took to elevate
to red isn’t

July 21, 2016 |

The Neon Demon

Sean Kilpatrick

People are just the mares under their craft.

July 21, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Molly Bess Rector

You were dead: tiny birds of glass littered the road like jeweled confetti for a New Year’s bash.

July 20, 2016 | Fiction

Dunn and Hooper Standing in Dunn’s Yard

Brandon Barrett

The cousin had called my thesis advisor and said something like, “Hey, film professor cousin, can you do this film for us?” and my thesis advisor was like, “Hey, no. But I know a guy who is still unemployed four months after graduation and is about to get evicted.”

 
 
July 19, 2016 | Poetry

To the Loch Ness

Cait Weiss

Or more specifically its monster, long tail whisper in our swimming pool: in a valley girl’s mind. 

July 18, 2016 | Fiction

Trying

David Byron Queen

We spent that summer on Dad's couch trying not to move, because if we didn’t move we wouldn’t spend

July 18, 2016 |

Weiner-Dog / Dinner in America

Sean Kilpatrick

The Great God Pan

July 15, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Anna Deem

Dibs

In Chicago, we use dibs to take
ownership of what we will never own.
Traffic cones, rusted patio chairs, strollers,
a pair of orange Home Depot buckets.
Flanking the concrete.  We

July 14, 2016 | Poetry

Morning Rituals

Todd Osborne

He started as a single Clay Aiken, the one we all knew with the smiling face and aw-shucks demeanor

July 13, 2016 | Fiction

Stolen

Christopher DeWan

Her first reaction was to laugh: "That's so like you, Camilla, to lose an entire car." 

July 12, 2016 | Poetry

Lone Horse Running

E.G. Cunningham

If this were paint it’d be asymptotic, red.

July 11, 2016 | Nonfiction

Long Live the King 

Megan Kirby

A girl on my train is watching Kylie Jenner’s snapchat. I lean in and watch over her shoulder. I can't hear, but it doesn't really matter.

July 8, 2016 | Fiction

When

Cathy Mellett

When I turned to face you. I knew I had to face you.

July 7, 2016 | Nonfiction

Artificial Ecstasy

Mila Jaroniec

I found out I was pregnant in the bathroom of a wine bar. 

July 6, 2016 | Poetry

Four Poems

Shayla Lawson

Too many toasties cut in quarters for Subway. Too many indemnity claims at Allstate.

July 5, 2016 | Fiction

Sal and Dean Are Dicks

Yasmina Din Madden

It’s clear that most of these students hate Sal, Dean, and Kerouac.

July 4, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Joshua Johnston

If you’re wanting to write a poem that will appeal to the largest possible amount of people, you really can’t go wrong writing a poem about water.