December 28, 2016 | Interview
Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection
Mesha Maren
The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.
December 27, 2016 | Poetry
WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM
Emily Dhatt
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
December 26, 2016 | Fiction
O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun
Ryan Bloom
Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.
December 23, 2016 | Fiction
Old School
K.C. Frederick
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
A Crow's Tale
John Peacock
Check out John's previous Adventure Comics:
"I Need Your Boat"
"The Lucky Texan"
Four poems
Chris Gilmore
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a
Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums
Steve Anwyll
I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.
Moon Poems
Leesa Cross-Smith
OUTLAW LOVE
I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in my flamingo
bedroom and a boy
would come to my
White Sands
Peter Shippy
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
An Interview with Louisa Ermelino
Michael Deagler
As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.
Transcendental with Reincarnation
Julianne Neely
Transcendental with Reincarnation
I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/
The Participants
Mack Gelber
Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.
The Art of Fiction Lists
an interview with Chris Bachelder, by Aaron Burch
I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.
Maybe Rome Grew Tired
Tyler Atwood
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.
Paris Review Accepted Story
Jimmy Chen
My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .
Four Poems
Carly Schweppe
What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?
All of Them Witches
Alex Ebel
The first seven years we dolled ourselves up as witches in black nylon and swampy grease paint.
Three Poems
Karl Schroeder
I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem
Wow and Flutter #5: A1A
Tyler Koshakow
By the time Zoe and I started down the Overseas Highway, we had been living a nomadic lifestyle out of our 1995 Corolla for nearly four months.
Comeuppance for the Good Old Boys at the El Club Scorpion
John Patrick McShea
Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.
Balkanization
William Repass
What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.
Naming What We Know
Jordan Castro
Violette moved away from Calvin toward a group of rhododendrons.
Calvin felt calm.
He thought about God.
Three Poems
Sara Biggs Chaney
& no I'm still not thirsty / although i find myself / thinking too frequently / about jagerbombs