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November 18, 2013 | Fiction

Blessings & Spray Paint

Aleah Sterman Goldin

I like to believe it started with her grandfather’s blessing and a bottle of spray paint—even though it might not have. 

November 15, 2013 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: The Shining

Matt Sailor

Halfway through The Shining, Jack Nicholson accepts a glass of whiskey from a ghost. It’s by no means the most memorable scene in the movie (or the second most, or the twentieth most). But like

November 14, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Karen Craigo

Ars Poetica

I want to say this
simply: I was out
near the river; the trees
were bare, and would be.
I saw no blacksnake
in the undergrowth,
but that doesn’t mean
it wasn’t there,

November 13, 2013 | Fiction

Account Of My Travels, XXVII 

Matthew Baker

And in the winter I traveled by ship to a land of copper domes and cobble roads, of shops glowing beyond frosted windows, of lampposts capped with mounds of snow, where I fell in love with a girl with an abnormal face. 

November 12, 2013 | Fiction

Larissa Communes With the Virgin

Teresa Milbrodt

Because I can tell it's going to be a crappy day at work I dress up as Virgin Mary with my blue silk dress and white head scarf and lemon drop halo that got coffee spilled on it so it's a little warped, but it will do for one day of selling shoes.

November 11, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sarah Marshall


Sawtooth palms, and the hymns of
a leftover Palm Sunday
lard the air with the gentleness
of some imagined Christ:

see the hand reaching from
the coloring book, the heavy

November 8, 2013 | Poetry

Olden Times

Lincoln Michel

When my friend is upset because someone posted
about them on the internet in a way they aren’t
sure is ironic, it makes me wish I wish I lived in
olden times. Shit was real back then.


November 7, 2013 | Poetry

House Hold

Tasha LeClair



The man—Grandpa's friend—said,

Welcome to Heaven on Earth.

He wore overalls and climbed in

through the window.


Mary Kay, seven maybe, staying

with Grandpa over

November 6, 2013 | Fiction

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories   

Lena Bertone

When Ettore was a boy, he dreamed of puppets hovering over his bed. 

November 5, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Matthew Olzmann


It “might” be a hoax.
That’s what they’re reporting. 
“Might” be a hoax. 
Not is a hoax.
Not definitely, not obviously,
not clearly, certainly,

November 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Fucking Shitbirds

Mark Walters

What came next was one long show: broken strings, smashed microphones, guitar solos without boundaries or purpose, house parties with bands in the kitchen and bands in the attic, missing kick drum pedals, stolen snares, songs we couldn’t figure out how to end and we drifted inside them, lost within our own imaginations.

October 31, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kimberly Ann Southwick

like when I stand with the kitchen scissors in the citygarden, / thunderloving a green skinned fruit. // He hears my kisses, a wall grabber, the neighbors’ dog / left out in the cold.      here’s to his / soft wet nose      and a part of me / that bleeds dogblood, impure.

October 30, 2013 | Fiction


William VanDenBerg

Z’s phone rang. He picked it up and said hello. The person on the other end asked if he was Dr. Schlesinger. After a pause, Z said, “Yes, this is he.” 

That statement, of course, being a lie. 

October 29, 2013 | Nonfiction

What Cannot Be Carried Must Be Burned

John Tormey

We crowd around the flame, we extend our naked hands, we feel the joints in our fingers warm and crack. The smoke stains our jackets and hats with its smell.

October 28, 2013 | Interview

`You Know Gumby? The Little Guy with the Horse?` `Yes, I Know Who He Is.`: An Interview with Gabriel Blackwell

Tom DeBeauchamp

Gabriel Blackwell’s been busy. In the past two years he’s released three books, two from Civil Coping Mechanisms, and one from Noemi Press: a book of essays and stories called Critique of Pure

October 25, 2013 |

The Art of Fiction Prayer

Bryan Furuness

1. Prayer, according to the Encyclopedia of Occult and Parapsychology, is a “means for humans to make contact with the divine.”

2. The verb “pray” is a variant on the classical Latin word

October 24, 2013 | Poetry

Poem for My Neighborhood

Stephen Morrow


I have been trying very hard / to consider the window’s pane, / but life keeps occurring beyond it. / Two gangs who were firing .45s / at each other across our busy street / inadvertently shot a lady in the forehead.

October 23, 2013 | Fiction

Mr. Basal and the Buntings

JJ Lynne

“Hello ma’am. I presume you are the lady of the house. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Basal and I believe that I have something you’ve lost – something you’d like to get back,” he

October 22, 2013 | Nonfiction

Wet Traditions at the Barber: a review of LadyJane's Haircuts for Men

Sean Kilpatrick

A lady doesn’t need makeup unless it’s the war paint she’s putting on to end me. 

October 22, 2013 | Poetry

Biggie Poems

P. J. Williams


            “This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'”

                        - The Notorious B.I.G.

This is the song that

October 21, 2013 | Fiction

So Much Everything

Kate Nacy

White light from the television brought me here.

Everything in this store is very far away from everything else in this store.

I pass razors and products containing ephedrine or

October 19, 2013 | Nonfiction


Barry Graham

Yesterday, Barry Graham favored us with his Top 10 Cities to Get Drunk In, numbers 5-1, and last week he gave us 10-6 and a series of guest-additions. Below are a second set of guest entries from

October 18, 2013 | Nonfiction

TOP 10 CITIES TO GET DRUNK IN or Hobart is Proof That God Loves Us and Wants Us To Be Happy (5-1)

Barry Graham

Last week, Barry Graham favored us with his Top 10 Cities to Get Drunk In, numbers 10-6, as well as a series of guest-additions. Below are are his top 5, and we will follow-up tomorrow for a second

October 17, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jill McDonough


I chose to love the ones / I poured coffee for. Now I let myself fill / with tenderness for undergrads and murderers, / imagine them as children, little boys and girls. / Privilege and wonder, her underbite and glasses. / His new haircut, her white socks.
October 16, 2013 | Fiction


Jake Walters

Day one, just a few hours in, and the first scratches from his insides, just a little suggestion: only a nibble.  He tries to kill the animal stuck there by gulping down water, by dousing it with

October 14, 2013 | Fiction


Tyler Stoddard Smith

Many young novelists have been gravitating toward a movement known as the “Real Newism.” Adherents of the Real Newism assert that effective fiction requires “experiencing events.” And today, you

October 12, 2013 | Nonfiction


Barry Graham

Yesterday, Barry Graham favored us with his Top 10 Cities to Get Drunk In, numbers 10-6. He also included a few guest entries from some of his favorite drinker/writer/travelers, and those are

October 11, 2013 | Nonfiction

TOP 10 CITIES TO GET DRUNK IN or Hobart is Proof That God Loves Us and Wants Us To Be Happy (10-6)

Barry Graham

We all know what getting drunk means and we all know what cities are and the title is pretty self explanatory, so I'm gonna use my obligatory top ten introductory statement to break down my

October 10, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Justin Carter


you want back to ‘93: to soft skin / & nights driving down dirt road / & the desire to still be— / breathing, you want to say / but instead you think of all the things you wish / she was not

October 9, 2013 | Nonfiction

It Feels Like a Prayer: a review of Hill William by Scott McClanahan

Elizabeth Ellen

I sat and bawled for half an hour after finishing Hill William in one swift read through this morning, beginning to end in an hour.