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Gravel photo
May 29, 2017 | Fiction

Gravel

Shannon Heffernan

“You should have a drink,” she said.

 

“I’m going to be alone forever,” I said.

Please Interact with This Advertisement photo
May 27, 2017 | Fiction

Please Interact with This Advertisement

Benjamin Brandenburg

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Two Poems photo
May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

The Storm photo
May 26, 2017 | Fiction

The Storm

Zeke Perkins

A lot of people had just given up.  Other people had made survival plans.  Schmitty and his folks were holing up in their basement with shotguns and rations.  He asked if I wanted to join them as he was allowed to bring one friend.  

"This isn't like going to Hershey Park, Schmitty," I told him, "I'm staying with my family."

Inside The Happiness Factory photo
May 25, 2017 | Fiction

Inside The Happiness Factory

Jeremy T. Wilson

The baby is adorable, and I wish she really was mine, I was really hers, and this was a picture my wife took, my beautiful blue-eyed wife and my beautiful blue-eyed baby.

Four Poems photo
May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

Tree Man photo
May 24, 2017 | Fiction

Tree Man

Michael Chin

Mom called it car camping and always emphasized the distinction between it and what she termed real camping

An Interview With Christine Sneed photo
May 23, 2017 | Interview

An Interview With Christine Sneed

Michael Deagler

I think everyone has heard this a lot but it’s still true — read with curiosity and hunger — reading is as important as writing, more important, probably, when you’re first starting to write.

Knocking photo
May 23, 2017 | Fiction

Knocking

Tiffany Jimenez

Allen says I haven’t got a voice on me, and so I’ve been trying to come up with special lyrics that only a voice like mine could sing. The last time I shared one of them, Allen said he couldn’t hear anything past the faucet. 

Three Poems photo
May 22, 2017 |

Three Poems

Lori Jakiela

Growing up I never saw road kill. / A government worker was paid / to take the bodies away / and nobody’s day was ruined by death.

The Pie Toxicity Scale photo
May 22, 2017 | Fiction

The Pie Toxicity Scale

Leyna Krow

On a Tuesday morning in May, everyone in Spokane, Washington woke to the smell of pie. It was blueberry – sugary with a hint of vanilla. 

Contacts photo
May 19, 2017 | Fiction

Contacts

Sarah Van Bonn

It is impossible to tell which features of the river were made by nature and which were made by us, who are also nature.

Three Poems photo
May 19, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Dorothy Chan

O, I don’t get wet for / the Hot Dads of US Weekly or the dad / bods of Star, but give me Frank Sinatra’s / voice crooning in a Hong Kong cab, and I’m hooked

Raw photo
May 18, 2017 | movie reviews

Raw

Sean Kilpatrick

USE THE SCREAMBOX

The Bird photo
May 18, 2017 | Fiction

The Bird

Sandra Jensen

‘There are so many damaged birds,’ he said, spreading jam on his sourdough toast. 

‘I haven’t seen that many,’ I said. 

‘Well, I have,’ he said. ‘And I was just too tired to do what we did for that seagull.’

Colossal photo
May 17, 2017 | movie reviews

Colossal

Sean Kilpatrick

Spoilers

On those Wednesdays photo
May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

An Interview with Rebecca Schiff  photo
May 16, 2017 | Interview

An Interview with Rebecca Schiff 

Michael Deagler

I don’t have any goals except to make the reader think and feel. What they think and feel is up to them. 

Fame photo
May 16, 2017 | Fiction

Fame

Siamak Vossoughi

 "I was thinking about how famous we were as kids."

     "Who?"

     "All of us."

     This was why she liked having him in her bed, Alice thought.

Three Poems photo
May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

The End of the World and Karate  photo
May 15, 2017 | Fiction

The End of the World and Karate 

Al Dixon

On the way home from picking up my brother at the airport, I stopped for a hitchhiker. I’d never picked up a hitchhiker before. I think I did it because my brother was with me, Julian. It was the kind of thing Julian would do.

White Dwarf Seeks Red Giant for Binary Orbit photo
May 13, 2017 | Fiction

White Dwarf Seeks Red Giant for Binary Orbit

Samantha Edmonds

We’ll have more in common than you’d think—after all, we’re both main sequence stars, I’m just a few million years ahead of you. 

Imaginary Jenn photo
May 12, 2017 | Fiction

Imaginary Jenn

Kevin Maloney

In 2007, I was catfished by a homely woman from Arkansas masquerading as a 5’10” blonde bombshell named “Jenn.” Before you judge me, remember that this was ten years ago.

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR   photo
May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

The Coming photo
May 10, 2017 | Fiction

The Coming

Siobhan Welch

And tbh, I seriously doubt Jesus wants me to die a virgin. 

My Dying Neighbor Stole Our Pie photo
May 9, 2017 | Fiction

My Dying Neighbor Stole Our Pie

Alex Schuman

You’re always told to do the right thing and stand-up to evil, but can a, old dying woman who lies about being offered pie constitute as evil? I thought yes.

Three Poems photo
May 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chloe N. Clark

On Wednesday, I find my teeth / have sharpened over the night / It’s a strange thing to get used / to

Daytime Is The Greatest: An Interview with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri photo
May 9, 2017 | Interview

Daytime Is The Greatest: An Interview with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri

Elle Nash

I read the first half of Dust Bunny City (Disorder Press, 2017) at a party, while I was sober. Men were playing darts, making tiny dart holes in the rented apartment walls. I watched them throw darts and cheer and try to teach me how to play, and then drunkenly play with the dogs in the house and then went back to my reading.

Pretty Potion photo
May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

Incision photo
May 8, 2017 | Fiction

Incision

Eric Bosse

“Go outside,” I say, and I settle in with my coffee and my laptop. “Notice how real-world birds aren’t actually angry.”