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On Failing: Rocky Versus Rambo photo
August 15, 2016 | Nonfiction

On Failing: Rocky Versus Rambo

Carmen Schober

I have a thing for droopy-eyed men.

The President’s 2016 Summer Playlist: Day photo
August 13, 2016 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The President’s 2016 Summer Playlist: Day

Micah Ling

Maybe we need a few more windows-rolled-down drives out to the country with good tunes cranked up

Runnin' With the Devil photo
August 12, 2016 | Poetry

Runnin' With the Devil

W. Todd Kaneko

The last words you will hear in this world/ will be a lie, but when you’re high, you never/ consider how scary Paradise can be/ to snakes

Pin the Tail on the Predator photo
August 11, 2016 | Poetry

Pin the Tail on the Predator

Stevie Edwards

here were girls who sank/ a thousand leagues beneath his hips/ and never bobbed back for air. I came ashore/ in a body of my own, crooked gate/ and piano fingers

Hugs, Handshakes, Goodbyes photo
August 10, 2016 | Fiction

Hugs, Handshakes, Goodbyes

Ashton Politanoff

Bill and Mary were leaving because Mary felt old, when a woman’s hand fell on his shoulder.

3 Poems photo
August 9, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Homeless

A sky
like an enormous
Friedrich Nietzsche-looking
manhole cover
tries to explain your mind
to you.

Grocery Notes photo
August 8, 2016 | Nonfiction

Grocery Notes

Mike Nagel

For the past few years J and I have lived next to a grocery store. It glows at night. If you listen you can hear the hum. 

Two Poems photo
August 5, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Catch Business

i challenge my body/ wearing all white/ i lay down/ only to need to sit up/ i lay down i wish i was/ my own alarm

Cloudburst photo
August 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Cloudburst

Jaya Wagle

I won’t apologize for trying to forget the days I spent with you, riding pillion on your Honda, inhaling Bombay’s foggy polluted streets, sitting on rickety wooden benches of hole-in-the-wall Indo-Chinese joints, slurping Szechwan noodles and sipping Tom Yum soup, strolling on Juhu’s wet sandy beaches, letting the ocean wash our feet.

Curatorial Skills photo
August 3, 2016 | Poetry

Curatorial Skills

jessie knoles

it is in the museum of three years/ that i hide dog teeth and seashells./ your semen in my belly button that/ i secretly finger in the grocery store/ milk aisle.

Solicitations photo
August 2, 2016 | Fiction

Solicitations

Benjamin Woodard

Two weeks after the scientist’s freak exposure, a man in black arrived at his front step. It was the weekend, and the man in... more

An Interview with Amie Barrodale photo
August 1, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Amie Barrodale

Michael Deagler

The goal of short fiction is up for debate, but it seems to me that, if a story has a single job, it is to subvert the expectations of the reader.

Two Poems photo
July 29, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Scott Miles

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

Love Letter photo
July 28, 2016 | Fiction

Love Letter

Shasta Grant

You told Mrs. Miller you had to make up a clarinet lesson so you needed to leave class early and she believed you, the old bat, even... more

B(Earth)day photo
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... more

Wow and Flutter #4: Be Thankful for What You Got photo
July 26, 2016 | Wow and Flutter

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.

Two Poems photo
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.... more

A Moon Shaped Pool photo
July 23, 2016 | Jukebox Happy Hour

A Moon Shaped Pool

Micah Ling

This whole album is full of wandering. Play it at a high altitude, and the line might fade entirely between dream and reality.

 
 
notes from the underground photo
July 22, 2016 | Nonfiction

notes from the underground

Melissa Matthewson

start with the word catholic and an image surfaces—what first? Brother Aquinas adorned in black robes, his large gold cross (or was it silver) swinging from hip-to-hip, his cloaked arms holding tight the Bible to his chest, in reach of his heart.

The Neon Demon photo
July 21, 2016 | movie reviews

The Neon Demon

Sean Kilpatrick

People are just the mares under their craft.

Two Poems photo
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.

Dunn and Hooper Standing in Dunn’s Yard photo
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.”

 
 
To the Loch Ness photo
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. 

Trying photo
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

Weiner-Dog / Dinner in America photo
July 18, 2016 | movie reviews

Weiner-Dog / Dinner in America

Sean Kilpatrick

The Great God Pan

Two Poems photo
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... more

Morning Rituals photo
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

Stolen photo
July 13, 2016 | Fiction

Stolen

Christopher DeWan

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

Lone Horse Running photo
July 12, 2016 | Poetry

Lone Horse Running

E.G. Cunningham

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

Long Live the King  photo
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.