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Two Poems  photo
January 15, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Yasmine Eve Lucas

MEASUREMENTS

How great must a shock be to determine X number of years? We go to therapists to answer... more

Behind a Dime photo
January 14, 2019 |

Behind a Dime

Juliet Barney

My alcoholic uncle, Bill, was pacing back and forth across the five by five foot living room, asking where his beer was. His beer was wearing a new koozie that had a hood and zipped up like a real sweatshirt.

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Playing Time photo
January 11, 2019 | Dispatches

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Playing Time

Alyssa Oursler

As teenagers, my friends and I spent Friday nights driving backroads, throwing soda cans at street signs. The wind... more

At My Husband's Funeral photo
January 11, 2019 | Fiction

At My Husband's Funeral

Hannah Grieco

At my husband’s funeral, we drank Moscow Mules. I served them in copper mugs, just like you’re supposed to, and everyone thought it was adorable and heartfelt. 

Two Poems  photo
January 10, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Cassie Garison

Reverse Invocation 
 

To the god of thresholds: for is it not
tradition to call upon a... more

dogged night  photo
January 9, 2019 | Poetry

dogged night 

JoAnna Novak

dogged night

the moon is black

or green i go

a little nuts

flaying flowers

from the brocade

i cord the stems

&... more

The Full Knausgaard: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 6 photo
January 8, 2019 | My Struggle with My Struggle

The Full Knausgaard: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 6

Andrew Bomback

I started reading My Struggle in the spring of 2014. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but... more

Hollowing in Three Parts photo
January 7, 2019 | Poetry

Hollowing in Three Parts

Janika Oza

Hollowing in Three Parts

 

 

1

Although it’s the last day of September and the talons of winter have taken hold... more

Stretch Marks photo
January 7, 2019 | Fiction

Stretch Marks

Tyler Sones

Larry didn’t try to talk to me, but whenever the silence got too thick, he would squeeze my knee or knead my shoulder. I was pretty fucked up on cold medicine, and it felt like he was grabbing a hold of my bones.

Growth photo
January 4, 2019 | Fiction

Growth

Daniel Paisner

It starts like this: Hirsch leans over the sandwich board at the P&S Lunch just after the rush and feels faint.  A little touch of the... more

Two Poems  photo
January 4, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Adriane Quinlan

America

The radio is on a pledge drive

and living in America

is starting to feel like... more

References to Alcoholic Drinking in My Grandfather’s WWII Diary photo
January 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

References to Alcoholic Drinking in My Grandfather’s WWII Diary

Elizabeth Ellen

June 1, 1944 –  Squadron party. Real whiskey, but didn’t get too hi – just happy. Met a W.A.F. (Women Air Force) & we talked English history.

The Delivery photo
January 3, 2019 | Fiction

The Delivery

Erik Raschke

Ivan told me that the minute you step off the plane in America they hand you money. I keep waiting for someone to hand me money. No one has handed me money.

Two Poems photo
January 2, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sara Mae

Ja

I keep writing about orgasms as crying & then I think about that.
I spent too much money on... more

An Interview With Eva Hagberg Fisher photo
January 1, 2019 | Interview

An Interview With Eva Hagberg Fisher

Haley Sherif

Eva Hagberg Fisher's forthcoming book (out next week) How To Be Loved figuratively fell in my lap. I was at coffee with a friend, saying I needed a new book to read, but I needed that book to be about recovery because I just needed to be heard and understood, and lo and behold, my inbox pinged.

Jeff Buckley  photo
January 1, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Jeff Buckley 

Darby Cashed

I’m at Guitar Center to buy a Fender. I run through the metal heads doing their best Guitar Hero impressions to the only white Telecaster hanging on the wall.