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Devils Tower photo
January 31, 2018 | Fiction

Devils Tower

Elizabeth Ellen

When I stay over at Amelia’s there is a poster of Devils Tower over her bed and we trace the volcanic neck with our fingertips instead of sleeping. I give Amelia a Xanax and floss between each of her teeth.

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway photo
January 30, 2018 | Fiction

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway

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texas was underwater, florida had been evacuated, and the eagle creek blaze—started by fireworks in September of the hottest Summer on record—filled the skies for hundreds of miles with the forest’s ashes.

SWEET BEGONIAS photo
January 29, 2018 | Fiction

SWEET BEGONIAS

Anne K. Yoder

A sister in place of a father wasn’t an exchange. I’d had twelve years with a father and none with a sister, and I’d preferred it that way.

Love Letter photo
January 26, 2018 | Fiction

Love Letter

Kristin Bonilla

I don’t know about heaven, but I hope I find it in these seagrass hills. When I die, I will float here and haunt the abandoned dairy. 

Foe in the Kitchen photo
January 25, 2018 | Fiction

Foe in the Kitchen

Gina Zucker

I protested with my body, such as it was. I felt the need to explain. “I’m staging a protest.” I fluttered hard. The foe smelled of gas.

The Suitcase photo
January 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Suitcase

Helen Hofling

It’s enough just to know that they’re out there. .

Dance! photo
January 17, 2018 | Fiction

Dance!

Genevieve Hudson

People became a mob and the mob circled her, gnashed their teeth and lashed their arms as if to say, Dance! Dance! Dance! They wanted a concert! Another song! Dance, Connie, dance!

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa photo
January 15, 2018 | Fiction

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa

Danielle Lea Buchanan

Tongue hasn’t left its .276 square foot efficiency studio apartment in three weeks. To discourage visitors due to<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-demise-of-fragaria-ananassa">... more</a>

2 Stories photo
January 12, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Carla Diaz

There Never Was a Mainland

We burned fast that summer. The boats had stopped coming. The water kept us there. That’s the thing about<a class="more" href="/web_features/2-stories">... more</a>

Bio-Baby photo
January 11, 2018 | Fiction

Bio-Baby

Melissa Ragsly

In the bag the child swam and twirled and stopped long enough to meet the eyes of the camera. 

Melon photo
January 9, 2018 | Fiction

Melon

Kieran Mundy

My sheets got dripped on. We didn’t finish all of it. I fell asleep with the taste of it dried around my lips. Sweet, for a little.

 
Night photo
January 3, 2018 | Fiction

Night

Hugo dos Santos

On November 13, 2012, Hugo Dos Santos awoke shortly after 1 am with an urgent need to urinate. He got up from bed and took two steps out into<a class="more" href="/web_features/night">... more</a>

The Makeover photo
December 28, 2017 | Fiction

The Makeover

Janelle Greco

It usually happens after dessert, when my sister is scraping the birthday cake frosting into the garbage or covering the holiday pie<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-makeover">... more</a>

Sun, Miles Away photo
December 27, 2017 | Fiction

Sun, Miles Away

Stephen Thomas

The sun is a dwarf star 93 million miles away. The Michael Lee-Chin Crystal, a spiky glass appendage that sprouts out of the Royal Ontario Museum’s original brick in downtown Toronto, was unveiled on August 5, 2007. 

Tampopo photo
December 26, 2017 | Fiction

Tampopo

Kris Hartrum

It was getting dark outside as me and Naoki walked down the paved footpath of my West Shinjuku neighborhood to the subway. It was rainy, and<a class="more" href="/web_features/tampopo">... more</a>

The Virgin Mary photo
December 22, 2017 | Fiction

The Virgin Mary

Adesuwa Agbonile

It doesn’t make the sound that you think it would make. I mean, I figured it would be loud, or top-heavy. But it sounded like almost<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-virgin-mary">... more</a>

4 Stories photo
December 21, 2017 | Fiction

4 Stories

Michael Mungiello

In this one, nothing will happen, like in life, unlike in life, where everything happens.

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play photo
December 20, 2017 | Fiction

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play

Kathy Fish

[Menopause is seated in the easy chair stage right. She is wearing a pink, bedazzled track suit. She has before her the full-length mirror. On the floor next to her, a set of hand weights, which are also pink.]

Sam and Chester photo
December 19, 2017 | Fiction

Sam and Chester

Howard Parsons

They sat on the grassy bank, clothes clinging to their wet bodies, watching the river flow. A few raindrops splashed on the surface, tiny dimples rushed away downstream. Neither of them bothered to point out that it was going to rain.

This photo
December 18, 2017 | Fiction

This

Jackson Frons

I stopped drawing stars on my student’s papers. Stars are dying suns shouting out “goodbye!” as they disappear. Why should that signify<a class="more" href="/web_features/this">... more</a>

None of This is a Metaphor photo
December 13, 2017 | Fiction

None of This is a Metaphor

Jane Liddle

I was at a party for the end of the world. I came so I wouldn’t be alone. I guess so did all the other women. They must<a class="more" href="/web_features/none-of-this-is-a-metaphor">... more</a>

For All My Strangers photo
December 11, 2017 | Fiction

For All My Strangers

Keegan Lester

We were listening to the bombing over the radio while my mother drove me to confirmation class that night.  The radio said We<a class="more" href="/web_features/for-all-my-strangers">... more</a>

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane photo
December 8, 2017 | Fiction

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane

Meghan Phillips

I could take my hands off. Just unlock them at the wrists, snap them off like the heads of artificial flowers. As long as<a class="more" href="/web_features/goodbye-mary-goodbye-jane">... more</a>

Power Lines photo
December 5, 2017 | Fiction

Power Lines

Ben Loory

The man keeps thinking about the power lines—the ones that are strung over his house.

Sometimes at night, he can hear them up there,<a class="more" href="/web_features/power-lines">... more</a>

Fingerbone photo
November 30, 2017 | Fiction

Fingerbone

Melanie Ritzenthaler

They never seemed to notice me, not even when I rolled up my uniform skirt, like the other girls did, and walked the stairs in front of them.

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!

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Dualities

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.