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Three Poems photo
January 16, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brian Laidlaw

Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.

The Greasy Strangler photo
January 16, 2017 | movie reviews

The Greasy Strangler

Sean Kilpatrick

Ribbit

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bête photo
January 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bête

Steve Anwyll

...the products we couldn't get here. They'd come home with stories of innocent smiles given to bored border guards while they wore two pairs of jeans under three dresses. The trunk of their car filled with Cherry Coke and flavours of chips we couldn't comprehend. Cheap rum. Meat. Cigarettes. Electronics. 

Three Poems photo
January 13, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

CL Bledsoe & Michael Gushue

In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."

Thing I Didn’t Write About Whoppers and How You Broke My Heart photo
January 12, 2017 | Food & Drink

Thing I Didn’t Write About Whoppers and How You Broke My Heart

Tara Atkinson

This was the “Year of the Whopper”:          
I ate a Whopper.
I ate a Whopper.
You dumped me.

In a Valley of Violence photo
January 12, 2017 | movie reviews

In a Valley of Violence

Sean Kilpatrick

Going big on tsk tsk.

Three Poems photo
January 11, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Shelley Whitaker

There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise

Two Poems photo
January 10, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Zara Sedore-Mallin

my brain is on fire
so i can tell by the colors
that winter is coming

In Silhouette photo
January 10, 2017 | Fiction

In Silhouette

Mehdi M. Kashani

My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip. 

Wild Unknown Country photo
January 9, 2017 | Nonfiction

Wild Unknown Country

Kait Heacock

Everything is cosmically predestined when you are stoned. She put off the trip as long as she could, eating three-day old pasta out of Tupperware. This is what they mean by mind-numbing. This is some strong shit.

Three Poems photo
January 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Tasha Coryell

Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.” 

We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service photo
January 7, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service

Harold Stallworth

A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11,... more

Near Nature, Near Perfect photo
January 6, 2017 | Fiction

Near Nature, Near Perfect

Sean Towey

Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked. 

You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?

Two Poems photo
January 5, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

C.T. McGaha

when i was born, you bought a hill—
a great mound of clay and bone
and you named that mountain after us.

A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory photo
January 5, 2017 | Fiction

A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory

Lynn Mundell

She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.

Skater Die photo
January 4, 2017 | Fiction

Skater Die

Joel Tomfohr

“I love watching you get dressed.”

“More than you love watching me undress?”

Two Poems photo
January 3, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Nick Narbutas

once I dated a girl w/"good is dead"
tattooed across her chest she turned out to be right
but not the way she wanted to be

The Heart as a Protostar photo
January 2, 2017 | Fiction

The Heart as a Protostar

Ferris Wayne McDaniel

When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.