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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 | Poetry

Glass Cannon

Madge Maril

I told you to stay right there and not move

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 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 | Fiction

Lyrical Realism

Sonia Feigelson

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

May 10, 2018 | Poetry

Four Poems

Nadia de Vries

I know god is real because persimmons exist.

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. 

May 8, 2018 | Poetry

Asleep in the National Museum 

Connor Messinger

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

May 8, 2018 |

The Queen is Dead

Rosemary Harp

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

May 6, 2018 |

Melanite

Bria Goeller

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

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.

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. 

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.

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.