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November 12, 2019 | Fiction


Brian Kelly

No one comes. I walk up to the bike. The seat’s taller than my bike.

two poems photo
November 12, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Michael Caylo-Baradi

Upward Mobility

First, we push the children into their games and giggles, to insulate them from... more

Elvis photo
November 12, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour


Richard LeBlond

It was revolution by music. The world would never be the same.

A Temporary Addiction photo
November 11, 2019 | Fiction

A Temporary Addiction

Michael Don

I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain. 

three poems photo
November 8, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Marcy Rae Henry


when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume... more

The Comet photo
November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction

The Comet

Dan Higgins

I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”


Seasick photo
November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction


Christina Kapp

What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise. 

Two poems photo
November 6, 2019 | Poetry

Two poems

Mal Young

in the bella resource center

that lesser bond girl
her name was a play on genuflect

i can be... more

Those Darlins photo
November 5, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Those Darlins

Peter Sheehy

Manic yet aware, a foot-stomping Nashville show, a sight to behold. They hit the road. They barely made it. They broke up. Such is life.

Ode to Divorce photo
November 4, 2019 | Fiction

Ode to Divorce

Amy Suzanne Parker

Larger currency-pills plink in an “I Hate Mondays” coffee cup. No one knows who that cup belongs to.

Dean Young photo
November 4, 2019 | Poetry

Dean Young

Justin Jannise

I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your... more

Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan photo
November 1, 2019 | Interview

Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan

Elle Nash

...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...

A Lot of White photo
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction

A Lot of White

Carolyn Williams-Noren

I just knew it wasn’t a wolf howling at the moon. I just knew it wasn’t a cow, wasn’t a tree, wasn’t a sunset, wasn’t a child, wasn’t an elder, wasn’t any building I’ve ever built. 

Number One photo
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction

Number One

Paul Crenshaw

Years later I think of the poetry of peeing. The rhythm and alliteration of Russian race horse, the quick dicks and fricatives, the two tree tonals, the rhyme of drain the main vein.