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May 30, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Zoe Brezsny

you know me like an artifact

May 29, 2018 | Poetry

Serial Poem: Meimei

Kristin Chang

1

[meimei’s a meatness sis slug of blood boat the body tiger the teeth selfie tongue selfie chintilt selfie lilt her lily pucker her puss pin her skin back tap her mouth flap saps herself a shelf

May 28, 2018 | Interview

Ben Loory Interview

Bud Smith

It's work that I want to do, and then sometimes it's just fun, and then sometimes it's a pain in the ass.

May 28, 2018 | Poetry

3 Poems

gin hart

chew on that witya brainteeth!

May 27, 2018 |

American Jumble

Brian Kearney

May 25, 2018 | Poetry

a pin so we know

Kalliopi Mathios

mother moon stop calling me

May 24, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Jessica Lieberman

Dogwood 

I knew the blossoms. I caught 
them all. My mother
won’t let me forget this.  
But really, what’s so bad about 
marking this way?  
The tree saying she was this high
the summer she

May 23, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

C.M. Keehl

 between what is love and what is fixation of 

May 22, 2018 | Poetry

White Lies

Andrey Gritsman

I live my life by white lies.
And poetry is white lies.
Second language is white lies too.
As well as the first.
But language is the only way 
to hide love.
White, black, transparent,
or

May 22, 2018 |

Hozier

Mary Ardery

I’ll obsess over Hozier all summer.

May 21, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Aja Moore

I engrave myself into the floor

May 20, 2018 |

Magical Realism, Act I

Nora Canby and TJ Murray

May 19, 2018 | Interview

Tunneling Out: An Interview with Tao Lin

Elle Nash

I think the dominator model will always exist in each person, just like each person has partnership qualities. After learning more about history, it does seem to me now that humans are in a process, however inconsistent and drawn-out, of recovering from extreme sexism—which reached absurd levels when people started promoting Yahweh ~3500 years ago, culminating maybe with Christianity around the first century—over millennia.

May 18, 2018 | Poetry

3 Poems

Emily J. Cousins

what a creature I would make of myself if I were able
to be known to be close to anything to be grounded

May 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Difficulty of Learning to Say Yes

Craig Fishbane

Naoko knew all too well how difficult it was to imbibe the air of a foreign culture. She had matriculated for a year at the University of Santa Barbara to study saxophone and marked each day as a progression from one shameful moment to the next.

May 17, 2018 | Poetry

6 Poems

Brian Alan Ellis

as always, my resolution

is to get a Guns N’ Roses tattoo

May 17, 2018 | Poetry

FAQ

Zoe Walsh

//
i wish i
                    can fly
                    was in dixie
                    could quit
                    was on vacation
                    was taller
                   

May 16, 2018 | Fiction

Nights Like This

Teague von Bohlen

It’s that night in the summer when your open windows mean nothing, when your bed is just stuffed heat

May 16, 2018 | Poetry

Glass Cannon

Madge Maril

I told you to stay right there and not move

May 15, 2018 | Fiction

Shredded Cheese

Eric Bosse

My daughter stood on tiptoe by the metal grocery cart and told me we needed two more bags of Colby Jack. 

May 15, 2018 |

Street Repeat

Street Repeat

StreetRepeat is an online project curated by photographer Julie Hrudova that aims to recognize similarities and repetition within the genre of street photography. Hrudova arranges each entry on the

May 14, 2018 | Fiction

Your Father Devouring His Short Stack

Geoff Peck

He had a disciplined approach to all things that surely came from the military. For breakfast it was always two hard boiled eggs – you imagined he swallowed them whole – but on the road, he allowed one indulgence: a short stack of pancakes.

May 13, 2018 |

Peach Pickin'

Dylan Webb

May 11, 2018 | Nonfiction

Things in my Room: Mirror Ball

Martha Grover

It’s someone’s job to bury the dead.

May 11, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sarah Vandervennet

LONG DISTANCE CUNNILINGUS 

hi near stranger 
I want to impale 
myself on you

you little wolf-cry
your nostrils flare your eyes flare
you ask me 
am I pretty
with your pretty mouth

your

May 10, 2018 | Fiction

Moonlight

Sophie Narod

If I had to choose one moment that convinced me of my own insignificance, it would be that time I saw the world spin.

May 10, 2018 | Poetry

Four Poems

Nadia de Vries

I know god is real because persimmons exist.

May 10, 2018 | Fiction

Lyrical Realism

Sonia Feigelson

“I was just thinking about you,” he emailed, a week later. “I’m rereading The Bell Jar.”

May 9, 2018 | Fiction

West Virginia Fictions

Juliet Escoria

They were not in Brooklyn, California, a nice suburb outside D.C.

They were in West Virginia.

May 9, 2018 | Fiction

You Are Just a Name I Wrote on My Hand

Greg Rhyno

Hey, here’s an idea: how about you don’t spend half the period texting your boyfriend, and then he won’t dump you in the middle of class. Ever think of that? Maybe you talk to him like a human being instead of sending him a bunch of fucking sideways sad faces.