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January 15, 2016 | Interview

How to Be a Dutiful Thing: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Chelsea Hodson

Elizabeth Ellen

According to my parents, I was obedient from birth—I emerged in silence and then slept through the night. I was just never interested in rebelling—even as a “punk,” I got good grades and was always home by curfew.

January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

I didn't imagine you could grow into your harness, that it could embed in your skin, that you could plod one circle for so long that actually stopping would open up the ache in your body.  

January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

And it is easy, so easy / to welcome them into the poem.

January 13, 2016 | Nonfiction

Human Origami

David Alasdair

The wind isn’t really knocked out of you. When you fall, you panic, hold your breath, tense every muscle. 

January 12, 2016 | Fiction

The Lepidopterist 

Kendra Fortmeyer

The killer dispatched the boyfriend easily in the kitchen, and then he had an idea.

January 11, 2016 | Interview

BRI and YOU: Brian Oliu says Enter Your Initials and Means It  

Pat Siebel

Here’s a statistic: After reading Brian Oliu’s Enter Your Initials For Record Keeping, I’ve spent more of my life reading Oliu than playing basketball.

January 8, 2016 | Fiction

America, This Is You

James Yates

This was a painstaking choreography of getting whacked in the balls.

January 7, 2016 | Poetry

Family Reunion

Hannah Gamble

Yes, the girl says, / thus entering into an unspoken agreement / that a black shirt with prints of golden parrots and martini glasses / is the only requisite balm.

January 6, 2016 | Nonfiction

dying on the internet

Christina Montilla

somewhere on the internets, in a dusty archived sent folder and a long forgotten inbox is our turn to Genesis chapter two verse eight 

January 5, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

John Poch

When God is sleeping with his eagle, / we are like a woman with a peacock / under her arm telling the river hush. 

January 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

How We Are Religious

Emily Carney

Sheila Heti’s words penned: BLOW-JOB ARTIST. I have always wanted to be everything to everyone.

January 1, 2016 | Nonfiction

Tuesday Night Bieber

Joe Sacksteder

At one point, Justin’s stick got swatted and went flying. He hesitated for a moment, before strut-skating to the bench. This is not something a hockey player would normally do, just leave an unbroken stick on the ice during a non-competitive game. Someone eventually pushed the stick over to the dark team’s bench. “Pick it up,” Tony heard him say. For a second, Tony thought Justin was talking to him. Turns out he was talking to his bodyguard.

January 1, 2016 |

Trying to Make It as a Twenty-Something

Laura Kraay