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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.” 

Spring Stories photo
May 7, 2017 | Sunday Comics

Spring Stories

Alison Barone

Him Hiccup, Me Yawn photo
May 6, 2017 | Fiction

Him Hiccup, Me Yawn

Florence Gonsalves

“Fine, but I get full custody of the mustache,” I said, once we’d finished dividing up all of our things: him Chipotle, me The Red Hot Chili Peppers, him macramé, me black clothing.

Five Poems photo
May 5, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Bud Smith

Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.

Dirty Socks photo
May 5, 2017 | Fiction

Dirty Socks

Sean Higgins

Danielson sells his dirty socks to perverts on the internet. 

Jackalope Run photo
May 4, 2017 | Fiction

Jackalope Run

CJ Hauser

She’s going to be an artist, he told your parents, and he wasn’t wrong, even if you couldn’t hack it in New York. 

The Sculptor photo
May 3, 2017 | Fiction

The Sculptor

Ryan K. Jory

Mom says new husbands are like circus peanuts. They go stale after a few weeks, and she wonders, Why the hell do I keep buying these things? I don’t even like them

Open Your Heart photo
May 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Open Your Heart

Erika Kleinman

When we first met in the early ‘90s, we had stage names. She went by Kali and I went by Olivia. 

Five Poems photo
May 2, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Danny Caine

All the waffles in Texas / are shaped like Texas. All / the waffles in Ohio / are shaped like waffles.

Strawberry Is Learning To Fly photo
May 2, 2017 | Fiction

Strawberry Is Learning To Fly

Mariya Poe

Who says islands needs water? he asked. Mine is a tree island. It’s something surrounded by something different.

Relisted photo
May 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

Relisted

Josh Olsen

For the third time in as many months, I received an automated email from ebay, stating, “An item you’ve been watching has been relisted.” 

Three Poems photo
May 1, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Russell Brakefield

Above me, all the alien lovers are asleep, stuck together beneath their foreign moons.