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August 24, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
John Allen Taylor
Today I kiss her knuckles & we lumber home like mammoths.
August 22, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Jen Town
Lyrical lines of color dripping down: a chemical skyline.
August 17, 2017 | Poetry
Performance After the End of the World
Talin Tahajian
The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response.
August 11, 2017 | Poetry
Raft Dress, Refugee
Barbara Rockman
A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration
August 4, 2017 | Poetry
Holiday Hours
BJ Soloy
The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.
August 3, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Frank Montesonti
In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting.
July 24, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Brandon Freels
Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.
July 3, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Kaleigh Spollen
blm land
this belt of the nation feels equally
bible and rust and sun, where
mute billboards offer us
teeth cleaning for... more
June 30, 2017 | Poetry
I Am Whole, I Am Whole
Caleb Curtiss
I started watering the houseplants on a regular basis—this
after watching the dead multiply for the years I spent watering... more
June 29, 2017 | Poetry
Suggestions for Tinder Experiments We Could Conduct Together
Tyler Friend
Let’s create fake accounts and try to seduce each other.
June 19, 2017 | Poetry
THE POEM WHERE DR. PHIL AND I HAVE LUNCH
Katie Darby Mullins
I want him to know that we’re the same.
June 15, 2017 | Poetry
Trigger Warning
Noah Eli Gordon
It’s not the enormity of the half-eaten doughnut.
June 13, 2017 | Poetry
Thinking Errors
J. Bailey Hutchinson
Because I love in the manner of eating I am sure whatever I take from you will pass.
June 8, 2017 | Poetry
Four Poems
Jason Phoebe Rusch
As a girl I played with dolls, sang
soprano, wore sparkly eyeshadow from
Claire’s. It never felt good to be called sir.
June 7, 2017 | Poetry
Secondhand Smoke
Martin Ott
The man who bought Hitler’s bed did not have nightmares as a child.
Recent Books
Saul Stories
Elizabeth Ellen
"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."
Legs Get Led Astray
Chloe Caldwell
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
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.
