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This Is What (Real) Freedom Is photo
August 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

This Is What (Real) Freedom Is

Nikki Lyssy

It doesn’t matter how many times the essayist — the blind essayist — tries to write what it’s like being in the driver’s... more

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance photo
August 9, 2018 | Fiction

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance

Austin Ross

This is later, after the White House, after he has returned to San Clemente. He has shed the name Nixon, that iron albatross around his neck, and instead now calls himself Milhous. He savors the sound of it on his tongue, rolling it around like a sculptor molding clay on a pottery wheel. He speaks it like an incantation. It does not sound like the past; it instead glimmers faintly with the potential of new life.

2 Poems (from The Gospel According to X) photo
August 9, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems (from The Gospel According to X)

Oliver Baez Bendorf

from
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO X

 

Prayer is what you do when you don’t know whether your animal will live... more

2 Poems photo
August 8, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

catch business

how to wear a crop top to office depot

trying not to think of you

when i connect with someone

i... more

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Memorabilia photo
August 8, 2018 | Nonfiction

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Memorabilia

Alyssa Oursler

I made eye contact, made the purchase, stored it between other magazines on my bookshelf.

Wow and Flutter #7: Spirit of Elijah photo
August 7, 2018 |

Wow and Flutter #7: Spirit of Elijah

Tyler Koshakow

1.

I found a copy of Spirit of Elijah by Wilson McKinley on the record shelf of the Goodwill in Bellingham,... more

The Mounting Evidence against Monotheism photo
August 7, 2018 | Poetry

The Mounting Evidence against Monotheism

Jeffrey Hermann

Because there’s a god for the water on your skin
when you’ve come from the lake. One for the absence
of... more

Stephanie Loves Stephanie photo
August 6, 2018 | Fiction

Stephanie Loves Stephanie

Marta Balcewicz

“YOU IDIOT!” I scream, but only in my head. For 25 years now I haven’t been able to speak my mind, especially not to a stranger. Enrolling in Glenda’s Eagle Training course is supposed to help, but for now I’m still a grounded hatchling teetering my way through week three of the seven-week program.

Heavy Metal Love Song photo
August 6, 2018 | Poetry

Heavy Metal Love Song

Lia Mastropolo

Heavy Metal Love Song

Street drafts off the two-tone carpet in my underworld            

Air so much... more

3 Poems photo
August 3, 2018 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jakob Maier

No Vision

Two teenagers set my state on fire
with a bottle rocket. We flee
between coasts like... more

You Are Not Alone photo
August 2, 2018 | Fiction

You Are Not Alone

Catherine Uroff

“And there’s got to be some guidelines for this.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Lionel said. “So what are they? You just let me know and I’ll follow them. By God, I will.”
I didn’t have much for him. I sputtered some nonsense about my side of the refrigerator and if he saw Doritos in the pantry, especially the Cool Ranch kind in the blue bag, he should just assume that they were mine. But that was pretty much it.

Bennigan’s photo
August 2, 2018 | Poetry

Bennigan’s

Josh Olsen

There’s an elderly couple camped out in the parking lot of an abandoned Bennigan’s.

Full-sized, luxury RV, Weber grill, folding chairs,... more

Requiem photo
August 1, 2018 | Nonfiction

Requiem

C. Alessandra Colaianni

On the street, the music thundered from an unseen source, day and night – but it was, oddly, only audible from the sidewalk. Once ensconced inside our house, we forgot about it, as we neglected so many external things during medical school.