March 7, 2019 | Fiction
Regrettable Head
Janna Brooke Wallack
She looked better and better to herself in his bathroom mirror as she washed up and got all ready to spend the night with him in his warm bed.
March 6, 2019 | Fiction
Instructions for Mourning
Troy James Weaver
I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.
March 5, 2019 | Fiction
Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought
Alexandra Tanner
A furniture delivery arrives, as my mother warned me upon leaving for the store that it might, and two nieces who have hidden themselves in a cabinet come out at the sound of the doorbell to ogle the brightly-colored truck in the driveway.
Septic
Andrew Waite
Sitting still can be tough on a body, just as the shifting earth, and plunging and thawing temperatures can be hard on a pipe.
Napkin of Death Metal
Melissa Ragsly
Jeanette has gotten many notes in bars before. Many men have spoken to her too.
"Talkin' Bout Practice": for coach
Alyssa Oursler
The world does not write enough odes
to in-betweenness—the way you can be
together / feel apart / apart / feel together.
In a room of dozens, in a city of millions,
the mashing of MacBook keys
Zuckerburg
Gabriel Smith
My sister called me the morning after that dream to tell me that the family cat was dying. It was the last cat that was still alive from the time I had lived with my parents.
Today on Dagobah, Ep. 2: "The Stick"
Josh Sippie
Previously on... Episode 1: "The Landing"
Yoda had nothing with him other than the clothes on his back and the debris inside of the pod. There was no need for anything else. He had left his
Stone Song
Jaya Stenquist
All day Iphigenia
so far from the man I came to see.
Haven’t we tired of famous men? Shouldn’t I
have my shoulders back, chin straight—I was given graces
that distract from the tissues in my
People Like Us
Wells Woodman
I didn’t realize, when we were falling in love, that her father was a pathological extrovert.
Two Poems: Sequences from Songs of Displacements
Shao Wei
17.
He who left home built the biggest steel bridge over the long river
The bridge was a success for millions of people
But he who built it died on it
His mother back in the village
After All Disintegrating as an Active Mode
Helen McClory
People are still here! Said the dog’s eyes.
Lineup
Kate Olsson
There is a ceramic pot full of my mother’s cigarette butts on the front steps of my childhood home, hot-glued back together by my father after one of our cats saw a chipmunk, and went for it.
Iolanta & Bluebeard’s Castle: double bill
Michael Mungiello
The first time I went to the opera I went because I wanted to see a man go to hell. My dad got us tickets to Don Giovanni and at the end Don Giovanni refuses to apologize for the terrible things he’s
150 Dollars
Big Bruiser Dope Boy
it's dead at the bar so I say
"sure but I'm not in college
and I'm not wearing underwear
Guinea Pigs
Simon Graham
A dog would live too long. An axolotl would stink the house. Reptile equipment is confusing, complex. I’m allergic to cats. What I really wanted was a sibling, or my father. I was thirteen. We bought
Seeing the Sun
Lauren Krauze
“You should just ask yourself what your needs are,” Stephanie says. She raises an eyebrow, takes a sip of sangria, swallows loudly. “Once you know, then you’ll meet the right guy.”
I glare
Pan and the Nanny Goat
Andrea Jurjevic
Pan and the Nanny Goat
After ancient Pompeii marble sculpture
The God of the Wild yanks his lover's chin hair,
clasps her knee, his godhood fully aroused.
Now is Not The Time To Be Different
Judyth Emanuel
She hands me a carved pineapple. Big and heavy.
Martha, My Shapeshifting Friend
Lanny Durbin
OUR CHEESE FRIES WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!
King King II
Harris Lahti
Moments before we depart for his fifty-fourth birthday bowling extravaganza, King-King decides he would rather eat lunch at Fat Nancy’s
THE ANSWER IS, PROBABLY NOT
Norris Eppes
In the open office, everyone has questions. Now you have questions.