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In Preparation for Radiation photo
March 11, 2019 | Fiction

In Preparation for Radiation

John Oliver Hodges

Being Jack’s a guy, he’s also tasked with the act of pulling my ass apart when needed so the Radiation Oncologist, Dr. Katz, a short petite woman of prissy demeanor who does her ass work in civilian clothes, even while wearing heels and a tiny purse strapped across her midsection, can insert her finger.

Dead Bird photo
March 10, 2019 | Comics

Dead Bird

Carrie Bindschadler

I paint the dead bird next to my window with my grandmother's travel watercolor set.

The Serial Shitter photo
March 9, 2019 | Fiction

The Serial Shitter

Kyle Swensen

Four days after the initial shit, another pile of human shit was found, this time by the foreman himself, who was checking the inventory of an item located in an ill-lit and rarely visited corner of the warehouse. He immediately called a meeting.

Rubber Mother photo
March 8, 2019 | Fiction

Rubber Mother

Adam Falik

I want to deny him but he’s playin’ it natural and attentive.  He’s good but I ain’t sure if he knows he’s good or if he’s just as polite as he’s coming off.

Two Poems photo
March 7, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Travis Tate

"First Letter to David" and "On Wanting to Be Loved"

Regrettable Head photo
March 7, 2019 | Fiction

Regrettable Head

Janna Brooke Wallack

She looked better and better to herself in his bathroom mirror as she washed up and got all ready to spend the night with him in his warm bed. 

Instructions for Mourning photo
March 6, 2019 | Fiction

Instructions for Mourning

Troy James Weaver

I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.

Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought photo
March 5, 2019 | Fiction

Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought

Alexandra Tanner

A furniture delivery arrives, as my mother warned me upon leaving for the store that it might, and two nieces who have hidden themselves in a cabinet come out at the sound of the doorbell to ogle the brightly-colored truck in the driveway.

Meg Johnson, Bitch photo
March 4, 2019 | Poetry

Meg Johnson, Bitch

Meg Johnson

All the Meg Johnsons
would like to kill me

Septic photo
March 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Septic

Andrew Waite

Sitting still can be tough on a body, just as the shifting earth, and plunging and thawing temperatures can be hard on a pipe.

Misery Lights photo
March 3, 2019 |

Misery Lights

Corey Oglesby

Napkin of Death Metal photo
March 2, 2019 | Fiction

Napkin of Death Metal

Melissa Ragsly

Jeanette has gotten many notes in bars before. Many men have spoken to her too. 

"Talkin' Bout Practice": for coach photo
March 1, 2019 | Dispatches

"Talkin' Bout Practice": for coach

Alyssa Oursler

The world does not write enough odes
to in-betweenness—the way you can be
together / feel apart / apart / feel... more

Zuckerburg photo
March 1, 2019 | Fiction

Zuckerburg

Gabriel Smith

My sister called me the morning after that dream to tell me that the family cat was dying. It was the last cat that was still alive from the time I had lived with my parents.