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October 9, 2013 | Fiction

Buckhorn Golf Course

Dolan Morgan

Buckhorn Golf Course

36 FM 473, Comfort, TX 78013

4 out of 5 stars


This place is a real gem. Just imagine the scene: The Buckhorn Golf Course opens up before you, revealing layer

October 7, 2013 | Fiction

from This isn't really about fishing

Tasha Coryell

When Rob sent out pictures of Sophia, innocuous prints of her at a bar or a party, he found himself getting pictures in return. These pictures he got were never family portraits or pictures with

October 4, 2013 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: The Bad News Bears

Matt Sailor

Walter Matthau, we assume, has had a bad day. Or a bad night. Or both. Hell, back it up as far as you want to go:  Week. Year. Fucking life. Drinking a beer in a Pizza Hut a few minutes into the

October 3, 2013 | Poetry

Listening to Nick Drake

Michael Brokos


You’re beating him, he needs to protect / the plate and his at-bat, throw something / outside the zone! something he can’t / possibly hit, think how afraid he must be / of you.

October 2, 2013 | Fiction


Ben Gross

I drove to the STD Clinic. I walked in and told a woman in an office through a window slightly larger than a fast food drive-thru window my name and appointment time. She handed me a clipboard with

October 1, 2013 |

Don Jon

Sean Kilpatrick

Did you know mites are accruing primo destinies beneath my fur? Their spit glues each lover I’ve loved deeper into the next. I am a different, lesser value cajoled of that saliva. The trophies I

September 30, 2013 | Fiction

From The World Beneath the Light

Robert Kloss

You will forget by your fourth birthday these your shifting first memories—your father’s goats at their graze, their black tongues slathered across your face, the chickens prancing and clucking upon the dirt of the yard, the spare trembling grasses and the crazed droning song of the grasshoppers, their brown juices streaking the lines of your palm.

September 28, 2013 |

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Sam Price

I’ve been facing Sundays the same for a while now. The whole day feels like one of my quixotic childhood summers slamming shut. And, like that younger me full of dread, I’ve thrown off my sleep

September 27, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Michael Schmeltzer


Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed a man.
It doesn’t matter.
On our third date I’ll order

September 26, 2013 |

The Jugulars

Sarah Rose Etter

When it is time to get the jugulars, we move our bodies out into the streets with our best cleavages bared. We move as one woman, but it turns out we are one dozen women from the same neighborhood. 

September 26, 2013 | Poetry

Be a 22 Year Old American Boy

Atticus Davis


Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled, 29 year old Italian Volcanologist that invited you to drinks with her 31 year

September 25, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

J. Bradley

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I changed your name to new and interesting terrorist

September 24, 2013 | Fiction

Caves of the Rust Belt

Joe Kapitan

Don’t believe me if you want, but the hole just appeared one night.

September 24, 2013 | Poetry

Rap Poems

Mark Cugini

I. / A yawning / Pitbull puppy / dipped in gold.

September 24, 2013 | Interview

Reading Is My Prayer: An Interview with Robert Boswell

Andrew Scott

Writers in M.F.A. programs assume, and are often told, that teaching means time away from writing—that after responding to their students’ work, professors rarely have energy left for their own

September 23, 2013 | Poetry

Milk Sickness

David Greenspan

The boy has horrible teeth and a bicycle. They’re yellow, his teeth, and after school the children take a tree branch to his mouth.

His bicycle painted in bird shit: he rides for hours

September 21, 2013 |

My Little Ponies™ and the Search for the Blue Crystal

Mika Taylor

My Little Ponies™ and the Search for the Blue Crystal
Breaking Brony
A cross-genre work of fan fiction


The sun rises on the great and beautiful land of Equestria. Applejack trots

September 20, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Willis Plummer

i'm gandhi on the beaches
of northern california
i take comfort
in the fact that
the government watches me
on public transportation
i can relax
i want to stop a subway

September 19, 2013 |

The Art of Fiction Surfing

Don Waters

Hobart: We’ve seen each other at the last couple Mission Creek festivals in Iowa City, and it was there that we got to talking this last year a little about your new book, surfing,

September 18, 2013 | Fiction

The Reproductive Behaviors of Certain Pelagic Fauna

Caitlin McGuire

In sandtiger bellies, the young eat the young. You could fit a new-hatched sandtiger pup in your hand, but you shouldn't; they are pink, squishy cartilage, knife-tip teeth, and only the first one survives, chasing siblings down uterine hallways: hide and seek to death. After eating all his brothers, the last one standing sucks yolk like CapriSun from his sharkmom's eggs. By the time the sharkmom gives birth, the pup is the size of a six year old child. 

September 17, 2013 | Fiction

It's Pity Sex for the Both of Us

John Jodzio

It’s pity sex for both of us, me and Karen and her glass eye, in a motel room off the interstate.  

September 16, 2013 |

The Act of Killing

Sean Kilpatrick

The American stillborn sense of justice has worn its grave so truthfully all things pious count no more and didn’t then. We want poignant documentaries, exposes of humanitarian needlework to rally

September 16, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Dominic Gualco


you traced along the freckles on my back
with black ink,
like a crumpled constellation

i looked at the picture and smiled,
like a lonesome girl reading her diary aloud to an

September 14, 2013 |

A Phan's Notes: the Professional Ballplayer

Justin St. Germain

As I write this, on a Friday afternoon in early August, the Phillies are losing 7-2 in Washington, and Scott Hairston is walking up to the plate to pinch-hit for the Nationals. My phone is

September 13, 2013 | Fiction

the revolution room: station one

Allan Shapiro

It is not easy to remove a heart with a spoon from the chest of a man, nor is it clean. The spoon was purchased 48 hours earlier from the Bed, Bath & Beyond on 9th Street. The Nicole Miller Moments 5 pc Flatware Set was $24.99. The salad fork, dinner knife, dinner fork, and soup spoon were disposed of. Only the teaspoon remained.

September 13, 2013 | Poetry

You Just Got Boomed

Ben Gross

you can call me the Boom Doctor

I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table

September 12, 2013 | Nonfiction

Night Terrors

Cynthia Lim

“Go back to sleep,” I hissed at Perry. It was 2:00 in the morning and we were in our newly purchased condo in Mammoth, sleeping in twin beds in the only room that was habitable. The other two

September 11, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

h. l. nelson

Tops Like Arrows

Dan’s Trans Am smashed into the guardrail,
him doing 75, all hopped up
on Dexatrim and Coors Lite.
I remember him, my younger brother,
 grabbing his fleshy waist when

September 9, 2013 | Poetry

White Wearing Wet Pants

Shane Allison

I’m wet and wearing white pants
I’m wet and wearing
White pants.
I’m wet and
Wearing white
Pants. I’m wet

Pants.  I’m wet
I’m wet and wearing white pants.
Wearing white
I’m wet

September 6, 2013 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

Matt Sailor

At first, you think it’s going to be that old cliché:  men and their brown liquors sitting in leather chairs in front of fireplaces, fiddling with models of ships and speaking their “big important