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Seven Mournings photo
August 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

Seven Mournings

Alysia Sawchyn

It is not the anniversary of her death that wrecks me but a day some weeks before it. It is the anniversary of the day I sat on my porch, barefoot, polyester graduation trappings in hand, and thought to call her but then did not because I was too busy. 

Three Poems photo
August 22, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jen Town

Lyrical lines of color dripping down: a chemical skyline.

A Heart and a Half photo
August 21, 2017 | Fiction

A Heart and a Half

Gary Joshua Garrison

Out by the park, I say, I’ve got your blood in me, and you look at me funny, like you are waiting for this to be another mediocre joke, and it is, somehow, but I don’t know the punchline yet. 

Love Story in the Form of a Taco photo
August 18, 2017 | Fiction

Love Story in the Form of a Taco

Daniel Paul

“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.

w h o k i l l  photo
August 17, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

w h o k i l l 

Elizabeth O’Brien

If this album were a place, it would be a penny candy store: high fructose and courting an overdose. 

 
Performance After the End of the World photo
August 17, 2017 | Poetry

Performance After the End of the World

Talin Tahajian

The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. 

An Anatomy of Pipes photo
August 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

An Anatomy of Pipes

Hannah Doyle

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

War on Everyone photo
August 16, 2017 | movie reviews

War on Everyone

Sean Kilpatrick

"Don't tuck your art in." Jamie Foxx

Lady Macbeth / Little Hours / Ingrid Goes West photo
August 15, 2017 | movie reviews

Lady Macbeth / Little Hours / Ingrid Goes West

Sean Kilpatrick

H-E-double hockey sticks

Two Poems photo
August 15, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kara Krewer

He’s called the rat king because of the actual rats  that hang from his shoulders like epaulets.

Police Report photo
August 14, 2017 | Fiction

Police Report

Sonya Gray Redi

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

Raft Dress, Refugee photo
August 11, 2017 | Poetry

Raft Dress, Refugee

Barbara Rockman

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration

 

Exceptions to the Equation photo
August 10, 2017 | Fiction

Exceptions to the Equation

Christina Sun

My fiancée wants to have a threesome. He tells me this when he comes home from his new job and I wonder what it is about data analysis and interpretation that gets him going. 

Willing photo
August 9, 2017 | Fiction

Willing

Jennifer Wortman

One of the men I love’s pointing a gun—stainless steel, ecru handle--at his temple, and I tell him I’ll do anything if he puts down that gun. 

Victory Speech photo
August 8, 2017 | Fiction

Victory Speech

Salvatore Difalco

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

Two Poems photo
August 7, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Samantha Guss

(The baptism.) The first time I had sex my hymen didn’t break and you missed your bus We wrote Mary Karr on the... more

Holiday Hours photo
August 4, 2017 | Poetry

Holiday Hours

BJ Soloy

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

Three Poems photo
August 3, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Frank Montesonti

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

Peony photo
August 2, 2017 | Fiction

Peony

Laura Scalzo

Have you ever fucked a flower? I recommend it just don’t try telling it what its problem is. 

Is This It photo
August 1, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Is This It

William Ste. Marie

This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.