May 29, 2020 | Fiction
Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art"
Josh Sippie
The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.
May 29, 2020 | Poetry
re-learning life at the end of May
Haley Winkle
last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight
May 28, 2020 | Fiction
Moon Wishes
Flo Au
In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.
May 28, 2020 | Poetry
The Pros & Cons of Breaking Up with a Boyfriend while He’s at Sea
Tyler Friend
Your boyfriend was the first...
Nudes Story
Sean Thor Conroe
He couldn’t yet do the thing he’d learned to, of establishing some authority by playfully, sweetly infantilizing her. By appealing to the equalizing, mutual infantilization of early love baby talk.
The Many Panics of This Century
Ansley Clark
Deep inside some problem of self-perception / a face believes...
The Town Dump
Sam Price
I was at a party, one of those parties where everyone is drinking heavily, like they are trying to accomplish something. Me, I was trying to calm my nerves. I don’t know what anyone else’s end goal
Me Wrapped Up, In 25 Feet
Jeanene Harlick
I was the only person in my family this level of depravity happened to.
Traces
Hailey Danielle
I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.
Red Hands
Barrett Bowlin
No cheating; you've got to keep your fingers touching my fingers. Good. Remember to keep your hands flat. Flat and steady and ready.
Ex-Ray
Amy V. Blakemore
When I broke up with you, I thought you might kill me, and somehow, I was bored.
2 Self-Portrait Poems
Prince Bush
The pterodactyl’s crimson, triangular-tailed head,
And the escalator-like galaxy open up...
Distant Barking Dogs
Joshua Bohnsack
The first dog barks. Second dog. First dog. Third dog joins in. Then a fourth. Then a cacophony and I lose track of the dogs barking in a distance, down the quiet street where my father and I have nothing left to say to one another.
Guided Meditation and Relaxation
Andrew Bomback
Xenia and I had been cheating on each other with the same woman for about three months
Another Old Man at the Bridge
Sarah Viren
You will read my restrained but subtly brutal birth story and finally recognize that we who give birth are dauntless soldiers returning to the fight and we are also the old men ignoring the bombs because we have animals at home we love too much to go on and we have never felt more alive than we do right now.
Through Thick Glass
Alexandria Hall
After that, I gave up / on finding a good doctor...
My First Name
Siân Griffiths
This new doctor smiles as he enters the room, as if we’re sharing a joke though we’ve never met before. “Tell me,” he says, “how many people get your name right on the first try?”
THIS IS THE TITLE OF AN INTERIEW (elixabeth change this lol)
Elizabeth Ellen
i used to write on adderall like a million years ago or when drinking also but thats stopped. like once, last year, i wrote a short story while drinking, and i cant even remember where i saved it so idek if its any good, bc after a while i got distracted and started watching YouTube makeup reviews.




