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three poems photo
July 10, 2018 | Poetry

three poems

Leah Dworkin

to gain followers I use my body then / I lose them with my poems

Turning 40 photo
July 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

Turning 40

Larissa Kosmos

After I turned thirty-five, the age of forty circled me like a shark. My dread of it intensified with each passing year. On my thirty-eighth... more

Pup! photo
July 9, 2018 | Fiction

Pup!

Derek Updegraff

The puppies are back at WBC, and I’m third in line. 

The Machine Sleeps In The Corner, Dreaming photo
July 6, 2018 | Fiction

The Machine Sleeps In The Corner, Dreaming

Andy Myers

The machine sleeps in the corner. Its dreams are projected onto large white walls where we watch them and record our reactions.

FIVE POEMS photo
July 5, 2018 | Poetry

FIVE POEMS

Jacqueline Young

while i / in half-lotus / pluck stubble from / my belly

Go To The Ballgame photo
July 4, 2018 | Fiction

Go To The Ballgame

Nathaniel Duggan

When you’re sad, you go to the ballgame. 

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: In-N-Out Burger photo
July 4, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: In-N-Out Burger

Danny Caine

Nostalgia style: you miss your Double Double
before you even take a bite. You know
burgers become slimy wax paper crumbles,
babies become toddlers, toddlers become

Three Poems photo
July 3, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Joseph Grantham

i only do the poet voice / when i'm hungover

She’s So Unusual photo
July 3, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

She’s So Unusual

Dan Morey

“Get in here!” yelled Grandma. “Carrot Head is gonna sing!”

In Bloom photo
July 2, 2018 |

In Bloom

Kevin Sampsell

Daisy was going to community college classes out on SE 82nd and trying to figure out what direction her life should take. Her classes were Dental Hygiene, Religious Studies, and Ethics in Improv Comedy.

Against The Ground photo
July 2, 2018 | Fiction

Against The Ground

Sommer Schafer

It’s the sun, I told myself again. Too much sun makes people too hyper, too happy, too sure of themselves. What we need is a little rain, some dark clouds, a berating storm.