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September 30, 2016 | Fiction

Teeth and Claws

Tabitha Laffernis

Some hours pass, and nobody has impressed her

September 29, 2016 | Fiction

Homonyms

Kieran Mundy

I didn’t say sorry, because it was hard to explain. Sorry I felt the way I did, absolutely. But not sorry I did it. I tried to make him understand.

September 28, 2016 | Fiction

A Very Small Forest Fire

Andrew Duncan Worthington

Before we entered the most raved about amusement park in the world, we went into the woods nearby . . . 

September 27, 2016 | Interview

Feeding the Statues Dynamite with Sean Kilpatrick

Nicholas Rys

I only want to read erased fucking.

September 26, 2016 | Fiction

The Peculiar Draw of Orange

Eric Dovigi

John’s hands are on the wheel, very still, and he’s looking straight ahead at the dark yellow lines of Route 66.

September 25, 2016 |

Mantras Literary Icons Say to the Mirror

Anthony Veasna So & Alex Torres

September 23, 2016 | Poetry

Jacaranda

Ashley Opheim

I’m just going to give up on these capitalist dreams and buy my self some land and a goat. 

September 23, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Christina Svenson

i can tell what age he lost his virginity

September 22, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Emily Corwin

just ugly things I don’t want to look at.

September 22, 2016 | Interview

Interview with Jade Sharma 

Michael Deagler

The Millennial aspect is important because, like many Millennials, its protagonist does not wear labels easily.

September 21, 2016 | Fiction

Five Mile Line

Eric Cavazos

This story is a fresh take on the proverbial phrase: go the extra mile for someone else. 

September 21, 2016 | Poetry

Leonard/Fergus/Clemenza/Herbert/ Barzini/Lord Baltimore (noun)

Sarah Destin

You mean to say, “hello” or “good morning,” but you know that, between us, that would be strangely inappropriate before our morning cup of coffee

September 20, 2016 | Fiction

There Is a Word for This

Ben Slotky

It starts like this, the saddest story I know does. It starts with me and it starts with my son.

September 20, 2016 | Poetry

Apocalyptic

AM Ringwalt

Nest of resin and surf wax among blood

September 19, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

William Torrey

“You’re damned if you do and damned if you won’t”

September 16, 2016 | Poetry

Five Poems

Yuan Changming

The ferry man asked, Where is its mom? I am his mother!

September 16, 2016 | Fiction

Jack Beauregard Divides His Time

Benjamin T. Miller

Jack Beauregard divides his time into zeroes and ones. He divides his time between mundane tasks and the question of whether he is worth loving. 

September 15, 2016 | Fiction

Two Daydrinking Stories

Bud Smith

We go to a bar for lunch that serves free candy.

September 14, 2016 |

Suicide Squad

Sean Kilpatrick

This D minus of a man

September 14, 2016 | Fiction

Boss

Bud Smith

I got a flat tire last month and my life spiraled out of control just a half mile from the rest stop.

September 13, 2016 | Poetry

If I Had to Lick Wounds

Parisa Thepmankorn

I am a hoarder trying to salvage pieces.

September 12, 2016 | Fiction

Jared Machetes the Porch

Austin Hayden

Jared punches like dang. Gouges, arm-bars. Breaks windows at theme parties.

September 12, 2016 |

Don't Breathe

Sean Kilpatrick

Is it ok to bite the hand that feeds you if the food is mostly rubber?

September 9, 2016 | Fiction

Descent Against Carbon Dark

Jason Namey

For the past month Wrat, a man removed from the dogtooth of language, had been hearing a scratching, needling noise clip the outmost walls.

September 8, 2016 | Poetry

The Agency of the Universe and Everything In It

Geoff Bouvier

I put on underpants and pants and socks and shirts in the same sequence every day

 
September 7, 2016 | Interview

Exploring Remains: An Interview with Lucy K. Shaw

Elle Nash

I was retroactively making a story out of a time in my life when I was interested in writing, wanted to ‘be a writer’, but didn’t necessarily have the skills or direction to actually pull it off.

September 7, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mikko Harvey

When he sees me seeing him, he starts to cry.

September 6, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jacob Bennett

Do you think

you’ll be around for dinner tonight?

Susan’s making shepherd’s pie.

September 5, 2016 | Fiction

Dead Squirrel

Ben L. Ziegler

On the job site one morning they found a dead squirrel. There was no indication of what had killed it.

September 2, 2016 | Poetry

Place Time

Christos Kalli

In theory, Hell in winter must be great.