October 26, 2018 | Poetry
Driving Through Colorado, Listening to the Radio, Thinking of My Father Again
Sophie Klahr
Well look, the radio says ...
October 26, 2018 | Nonfiction
My Mother Left Me
Anastasia Selby
An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.
October 25, 2018 | Fiction
We Get Pregnant
Diana Clarke
We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.
October 24, 2018 | Nonfiction
Autopsy
Whitney Lee
We met in the pathology suite ––me the medical student––you the corpse.
Automatic For The People
Andrew M. Howard
I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.
Four poems
Lauren Stroh
TO LOUISIANA
I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me
Construction of a Last Ditch Garden
Devan Collins Del Conte
One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.
Notes On Scarring
Jonathan Gleason
The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.
For A Small Donation This Woven Basket Can Be Yours
Jared Shaffer
Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood.
Three Poems
Erika Walsh
Treat
I want to be rewarded for my good thoughts. My good purchase. I want free shipping. Gentle handling. I buy eyeliner. The felt tip, and pointed. I want someone to clap. I buy steel boots. I
It's Just A Flower
Olivia Gunning
“We need a gift that’s really her,” I said. “Really Sophia.”
“Could you define her?”
“A truly independent mind, a renovator, a cultivator.”
The Day Morgan Freeman Nearly Crashed Into Our House
Sarah E. Ruhlen
I flipped on the lights, turned up the furnace, and cranked some Stevie Wonder.
three poems
Isaac Ginsberg Miller
Cosmogony
In January the birds awakened mid-
flight. In February the bats left
their cave and we called it abandoned.
In March a civilization arose
and fell. In April a ream of gauze
unfurled,
Orangeville
William Squirrell
Since they had moved to Orangeville, Trudy found she could no longer distinguish Kevin from other men.
The Collapse of Bee Colonies
Meg Pokrass
On the morning of my sixteenth birthday I made a list of stuff I didn't believe in anymore.
Silence Is Its Own Reward
Greg Welch
“It was misery, real misery. But, Doc keeps telling me I’m all clear, so I ain’t going to argue with him.”
Five poems
Alyse Knorr
scare tactics
I grew hands by the dozen
I was a generalized reaching
clasping monster it was
not a dream shared or
otherwise it was neither
yours nor mine nor ours
the scariest
Advice to Someone Listening to Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”
Mark Johnson
"What am I supposed to do?"
Hinterland Transmissions: SUMAC, Dälek and Infernal Coil
Steve Anwyll
And christ it's gonna be hot inside the tiny bar where SUMAC is playing tonight. I should've stayed home. Like I always do. An old man on his couch.
Public Comment
Lee Matalone
i know it’s not something you really need to hear—i’m just one of many fans—but can I just take the opportunity on this comments section to say, i really love how you brush your hair
An Interview With Darrin Doyle
Mallory Brand
I don’t feel like I’m very good at writing a serious story with super realistic violence and human emotion. I feel like it has to be filtered through some kind of absurd or weird lens.
Business Trip
Amy Oldfield
Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted
The Poet Debates with his Friend's Mistress, Death
Jason Reed-Mundell
The kettle boiled; I made the tea,
And when I turned around,
I saw she’d set the cups and placed
A third one for the skull.
Debris of a Bygone Era
Stephen Langlois
please believe me
when i tell you this
when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium




