July 5, 2016 | Fiction
Sal and Dean Are Dicks
Yasmina Din Madden
It’s clear that most of these students hate Sal, Dean, and Kerouac.
July 4, 2016 | Poetry
Three Poems
Joshua Johnston
If you’re wanting to write a poem that will appeal to the largest possible amount of people, you really can’t go wrong writing a poem about water.
June 30, 2016 | Fiction
Early October
Haley Morton
There is an eerie glow to the hollowness of bark that has been stripped of its leaves and fruit
June 29, 2016 | Nonfiction
What Is Not the Moon Will Only Make You Farther
Ali Rachel Pearl
I try to turn everything into a metaphor so I don’t have to face it straight on.
All Of These Scenes Are Harshly Lit
Michael Schuck
When was the last time she ran? At all? As a real kid in bare feet in grass at her grandparents’ house.
The Worlds I Destroy
Taylor Bostick
At least I was alone, I tell myself. There’s no one to miss the worlds I destroy but me.
Nightmares
Annalise Mabe
He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.
Chicharones
Herve Comeau
She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I ask her who it was on the phone she says, “My mother,”
People Resent You For It
Ardith Bravenec
Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.
LO AND BEHOLD, REVERIES OF THE CONNECTED WORLD
Sean Kilpatrick
Not every cry is a cry for help.
A Giant Cat Poem
Noah Cicero
There is not one song
in my YouTube
favorites
sad enough
to endure this night
wearing my khaki
work pants
with a small kitty
crawling on my lap
The internet is
My Life as Dad
Peter Witte
I don't like the shirt you're wearing.
That's no reason to call me stupid.
i can't watch tv anymore ever basically
Paige Allen
the cat and i are watching HBO pretending time passes much faster than it does like how this guy has been in prison for 52 days but it's only been 11 minutes
i can't look at people on tv
Socrates and The Common Cuckoo
Roz Ray
You know you’re in the shit when you’re looking to fortune cookies for encouragement
SEARCHING FOR PETCO
Skylar Moore
For three days, I drive the city in search of PetCo. Day one, I tell myself that PetCo will be easy
to find. I don't find PetCo. Day two, I use the GPS, but despite reading the
How To Fall In Love
Emily Lackey
Sign up for Match.com. You’ve heard it works. You’ve heard for one out of every three marriages, the couple meets online.
An Offertory, on a Small Court
Julia Dixon Evans
We turned off the game and drove to the mountains, a dead dog in the backseat
Daughter of Wands: Notes on Hilda Doolittle, Tarot, and the Spiritual Marketplace
Rebecca van Laer
The walls, statues, and shrines of the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum are covered in offerings to the spirits—or loa—represented within. Plaques have pennies and dimes resting on their frames; there is a wishing stump filled with dollar bills. And there is lip-gloss everywhere.
On Not Going for a Beer
Hannah Dow
And she doesn’t know a word of German, except “bier.”
ATMOSPHERE
Philip Dinolfo
One day I came across an inverted map of the Western Hemisphere. Cape Horn was in Alaska's usual position. I felt very disturbed, like air was flooding into the space above North America and
Finding Your Place Via Place: an Interview with Zachary Tyler Vickers
Zachary Tyler Vickers & Pat Siebel
Likely I’ll fail to properly introduce Zachary Tyler Vickers’ debut, Congratulations on Your Martyrdom!, so I’ll make no fancy words about it: this collection of interconnected stories—comprised of