November 9, 2016 | Poetry
I Got So Good
Adam Tedesco
thinking about how all of it started
thinking about how the poems ends
November 9, 2016 | Fiction
Boys Everybody Wants
Anthony Casella
They aren’t the most attractive boys at school—not smarter or more stylish and certainly no more articulate. Their appeal is a mystery to anyone who isn’t under their spell.
November 8, 2016 | Fiction
Incompatible With Life
Amanda Miska
The problem was I’d forgotten about the change in altitude. The grief counselor had suggested a getaway, so I fled the Alleghenies for the Rockies and the guest bedroom of my best college friend on a quiet block in Denver.
The Big Presentation
TJ Murray
Thank you, everyone, for coming. I'd like to thank Mrs. Keether for this opportunity to speak...
Tribulation
Steve Trumpeter
I believe it now—I’d be a fool not to—but that doesn’t mean I agree with it.
Self-Portrait as Four Small Test Tubes
Jesse Steinmetz
four small test tubes.
The Card Game
Sarah Viren
It was a franchise, the Prez thing, but one as secret as the mob.
Clowns Weren't Creepy in 1921
Rolf Potts
But life was good for clowns back then
Girls Love Circles
Kenta Maniwa
The blonde girl I liked made a scooping motion with her hands while saying things like ‘it’s not even that late’ and ‘come on, come on’ and ‘it’ll be soooo much fun’ and ‘let’s go you fucking piece of shit.’
Alexander Hamilton: a review of George Washington by Adam Fitzgerald
Sam Farahmand
I am reading a poem called “George Washington” in a book of poems called George Washington in a bar called The Library in the Lower East Side of Manhattan where I am spending my last twelve dollars on four beers and my last four dollars on tipping the bartender because happy hour still hasn't started.
Only The Real Crazies Paint
Elizabeth Green
My friend takes caffeine pills between classes and shakes in the bathroom, on the floor under the sinks.
Did You Hear That?
Benjamin Woodard
Okay, so there’s that sound again, and you know it isn’t Tommy or Lindsey trying to scare you, because they’ve been asleep for over an hour and you’re certain the sound is coming from the basement
Five Poems
Katie Mertz
Tiny Evolutions
okay so let’s talk
about the exes we mythologize
for the wrong reasons like leave
a toothbrush at my bathroom sink
and call it love and baby
I’ll promise ring your
Disappearing
Emily Flouton
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time playing Candy Crush Saga on the old iPhone Jan gave me while watching TV.
Three Poems
A.N. Lawrence
Class Aves
Anyone that ever heard the call
of the Rodrigues Solitaire
is long dead, but its name is trapped in stars:
turdus solitarius—
named by a sensitive astronomer.
Does this
Gifted and Talented
Alice Kaltman
Nell did not consider herself a thief. All sixteen lovely pups were better off in her care. She kept them in a large house with a sprawling yard, surrounded by a sturdy fence.
Something You Love
Shelby Hinte
The items on the list had come to her at random as she washed a dish or plucked a hair from her chin or put gas in the car.
Author: The JT Leroy Story
Sean Kilpatrick
piss you one cleaner than your trackshoes, say i / sex toys on lease to i / houses for my centipede, ow / coke that asshole into skinny fleece / clean up with her spate, guy / suck stray dogs in the cock wound, i / lick what your god's got, why / imma mafuckun star boi
Five Poems
Kien Lam
Asian Pen Name*
Mine is Kien,
which is useful
in cases
where I need
to prove
I am who I say
I am,
like the time
a cop pulled me
over and said
Sir, do you know
why you