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‘Getting Cancelled Means You Are Permanently Working Class’: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Brian Allen Carr photo
September 20, 2019 | Interview

‘Getting Cancelled Means You Are Permanently Working Class’: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Brian Allen Carr

Elizabeth Ellen

When I was younger, if you had a hard time following rules, you became an artist.

Now, if you have a hard time following rules, you become an entrepreneur.

People in the literary world follow rules the most.

Quick Stop photo
September 20, 2019 | Fiction

Quick Stop

Christina Drill

I was seventeen, so he was a man — had I been older, maybe not.

Abierto photo
September 20, 2019 | Poetry

Abierto

Rafael E. Gonzalez

adj. 

What you came here to witness
is my body laying sideways,

                asking you between chuckles,
                “Baby, can... more

Life Selector: You Take Control photo
September 19, 2019 | Fiction

Life Selector: You Take Control

Sasha Graybosch

Show her face to the camera. Put your finger in her mouth.

Midwestern Strange: An Interview with B.J. Hollars photo
September 19, 2019 | Interview

Midwestern Strange: An Interview with B.J. Hollars

Dorothy Chan

From a Wisconsin "Dogman," to a 400-pound giant turtle, to Martians that serve pancakes, B.J.... more

Three Poems  photo
September 18, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Brody Parrish Craig

Bible | Vers

Top to Bottom | scan my profile | For Christ’s Sake | Sing Jesus’ Name | I gospel... more

The Red Table photo
September 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Red Table

Kelly Hevel

I felt as cold and empty as that body lying in that casket lined with fabric smooth and silky white, so different from what usually cradled my grandma’s skin, those soft, oft-washed dresses always topped with a floral apron.

Letter Home from Hyperspace #2 photo
September 17, 2019 | Poetry

Letter Home from Hyperspace #2

Zoë Ryder White

There’s a song in my figurative head 
that I can’t shake loose. 
When I was a body, 
I did so many things with my... more

neighbors photo
September 17, 2019 | Fiction

neighbors

Aliceanna Stopher

Here is your neighbor, blood forking from her nose, catching on her lip. 

Coming Home photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Coming Home

Suvi Mahonen

05:05 am. My eyes open. A faint pearly blade of light squeezing past the blind. The distant metallic scrape of a moving tram.   

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding

nooks krannie

i’ve never attended a wedding and i wasn’t going to start now. my muscles were aching and my jaw was carrying a million bees, terrorizing the sides of my ears and throat. 

Two Poems photo
September 16, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sebastian Hasani Paramo

Portrait of Boy Refusing His Father's Music

The kids talk about Posh Spice. 
They sing Top 40... more

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer photo
September 14, 2019 | My First...

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer

Cordelia Wilks

By the time the keys were in my eager teenaged hand, this car had been through some shit. Even ignoring the holes burned into the driver’s-side door, the missing half of the left side mirror, and the warped, discolored metal down the rest of the vehicle, the car was 13 years old already, and it looked it.

The Bottom of the Order: Snap, Go, Fling photo
September 13, 2019 | The Bottom of the Order

The Bottom of the Order: Snap, Go, Fling

Andrew Forbes

The cherry and strawberry seasons have passed; the apples are reddening. Only a few games remain. A Pit Spitter lays down a bunt, and the runner on third crashes in: a perfect suicide squeeze.

The Worshipping Beast photo
September 13, 2019 | Poetry

The Worshipping Beast

Brian Clifton

All that whimpers isn’t want.

One spring, I pulled
a reed from an oboe.
I planted it by a pond. 
Instantly, it... more

You Cannot Save Here photo
September 12, 2019 | Poetry

You Cannot Save Here

Anthony Moll

Morning gets angry and destroys a city
not New York, too obvious, but suppose
it’s on the coast. Suppose we’re the first to... more

Layover photo
September 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Layover

Paige Thomas

There is snow that falls like a snake. It comes from the sky hissing and finds a bush to hide beneath. The leaves on the branches of the River... more

Kids photo
September 11, 2019 | Fiction

Kids

Andrea Ruggirello

When the men came and dug us up to make way for the next crop, it took a sharp tug or two to free our limbs from where they were entangled with the earth

Paper Wasps photo
September 10, 2019 | Fiction

Paper Wasps

Joseph Worthen

He’s soaked in sweat already and all he’s done is drive. He must know what they are here to find.

Trendsetter  photo
September 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

Trendsetter 

Ryan Matthews

“Well, just be careful you don’t get caught with your pants down at the wrong kinda toilet.”

Egg Face photo
September 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Egg Face

Hea-Ream Lee

Sometimes I want to take the industrial strength green Korean loofah, my sandpapery mitten, and just scrub at my face until huge chunks of flesh tear away and roll into brown fleshy noodles and fall to the floor. Afterwards, I won’t be bloody and flayed, all raw nerve endings and hamburger meat, I’ll be smooth as a peeled egg, soft and firm and pliant to the touch.

 

MY SUPERPOWER photo
September 9, 2019 | Poetry

MY SUPERPOWER

Amie Whittemore

                             in response to a student evaluation for a science fiction class, Fall 2018

Student, it’s true—I prefer... more

The Pastor and Marguerite photo
September 6, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

Two Poems photo
September 6, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kevin Latimer

this poem starts on a tuesday in Kansas

a twister settles in. there is a twister dancing 
in the... more

Magic Booth photo
September 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Magic Booth

Chris J. Bahnsen

My father’s disjointed rage has shocked him—I’ve seen that look before. He no longer draws from his beer even as Dad tilts his own way up.

Kyle photo
September 5, 2019 | Fiction

Kyle

Kyle Francis Williams

Doris said she would pray for me because I was a kind person and her murdered great-nephew had also been named Kyle.

(re)liability photo
September 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

(re)liability

Clayre Benzadón

Cars fly by, the collective braking tantrum screech, the only speech the boy knows well enough. 

Cultured Meat Pastoral photo
September 4, 2019 | Poetry

Cultured Meat Pastoral

Lucian Mattison

Goats and cows’ dreams have little pull yet. Cheese
is still cheese, piston driven milkers likely painful. The future
of... more

Three Poems  photo
September 3, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Rosebud Ben-Oni

                                                           
                                         ... more

No One Has Ever Been Raptured photo
September 3, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

No One Has Ever Been Raptured

Jo Barchi

Her head is hung in anguish. She has opened the window. She is telling Satan to leave our house. She is upset with us.