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Four Poems photo
May 10, 2018 | Poetry

Four Poems

Nadia de Vries

I know god is real because persimmons exist.

West Virginia Fictions photo
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.

You Are Just a Name I Wrote on My Hand photo
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. 

The Queen is Dead photo
May 8, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The Queen is Dead

Rosemary Harp

Two years later, I fell in love with a boy whose devotion to The Smiths matched my own.

Asleep in the National Museum  photo
May 8, 2018 | Poetry

Asleep in the National Museum 

Connor Messinger

He paints using the ashes of the towers in his watercolors.

An Uprising of Horses at the Schaumburg Medieval Times photo
May 7, 2018 | Fiction

An Uprising of Horses at the Schaumburg Medieval Times

Matthew Fogarty

The first line in the Medieval Times employee handbook is “The King always wins” even though really it’s the Champion Knight who wins and every move of the nightly joust is scripted to ensure that always happens...

Melanite photo
May 6, 2018 | Sunday Comics

Melanite

Bria Goeller

I love you...
I love you, too...

Jelly photo
May 4, 2018 | Fiction

Jelly

Joseph Grantham

Everyday we took Jelly for a walk on the track.
If Julia was busy teaching, Scott and I took Jelly.
If Scott was busy teaching, Julia and I took Jelly.

Eat This photo
May 4, 2018 | Fiction

Eat This

Susan Kemp

My friend Jamie holds out a thistle bloom, her fingers curved gingerly around the prickles. “Eat this,” she says. 

Angel Baby photo
May 3, 2018 | Fiction

Angel Baby

Elisia Mirabelli

Anthony was my reason for everything ... for South Park, for Tupac, for horror movies, for music that sounded like screaming, for my parents' vodka, my sister’s mascara, for all the girls I put down.

Waiting In Line photo
May 3, 2018 | Fiction

Waiting In Line

Brittany Ackerman

What we really wanted was to be older.  What we really wanted was for something to happen, take us away from Florida and into the rest of our lives, but that doesn't happen for teenagers, not so much, and so we stood and waited.

2 Poems photo
May 2, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Faith Arkorful

i mean, i was black before too.

Early Retirement photo
May 2, 2018 | Fiction

Early Retirement

Christopher S. Bell

Civil War Day was a staple at Reginald Middle School, implemented somewhere in the shady patriotism of the Reagan era before carrying through as tradition.

Not a Walk On The Beach photo
May 2, 2018 | Poetry

Not a Walk On The Beach

Jennifer Metsker

The air before me
is the flavor of
an oat cake popsicle.
Or a shoe box. 
Or the water sports
I’m not doing. 
So I sign... more

The Unfinished City photo
May 1, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Unfinished City

Barrett Bowlin

On my last night in Zhenjiang, the three other laowai and I—each of us western foreigners: three upstaters and a guy from Toronto—walk the condominium-lined miles out to the banks of the Yangtze river.