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January 28, 2015 | Poetry

3 Love Poems

J. Bradley

Ask her to aim her index fingers.
at you. Aim yours.

January 27, 2015 | Poetry

Moon card

Mary Catherine Kinniburgh

i.

When the moon card is reversed in the tarot, it means you'll be waiting for a long time to clarify the question you need to ask.

Your question will form like a hydrangea blossom and

January 27, 2015 |

Inherent Vice

Sean Kilpatrick

I only look you in the eyes if I’m sure the condom’s on.

January 27, 2015 | Fiction

Grieve

Katherine Robb

Call brother Henry in Louisville. Tell him to call baby sister Clementine in Augusta.

January 26, 2015 | Poetry

That night

Benjamin Schmitt

 

 

Standing in the pieces of a broken guitar
I screamed at the summer for sleeping around
breaking my heart with the rising
in those days I drank wine from the bottle
stranded

January 26, 2015 | Nonfiction

How to Write a Mother Memoir

Asha Dore

Present the conflict or the mother as the conflict or the mother as the object of conflict during childhood.

January 23, 2015 | Poetry

Something Other Than a Button

Nathan Kemp

 

I remember
the first time

I saw a foreign
cherry. I blushed

a little armpit.
I saw how a cherry,

in it's candied boredom,
could stain.

The other not truth.
Thus

January 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Red Crown

Elizabeth Hart Bergstrom

Once, all foxes were silver.

January 22, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sarah Françoise

 

Nest #1

Of fine black roots
and the space between two classes
of water chutes.

Of crevices
in the folds of the native maize
sowed for kisses.

Of a blue haze
to guide

January 22, 2015 | Nonfiction

My Secret Church

Shannon McLeod

In elementary school, when kids talked about being “Christian,” I thought they were talking about race. 

January 21, 2015 | Poetry

A Flower is an Example of Something I Would Like if I Could Slow Down

Fawn Parker

 

I had the milk from a dandelion all over my hands once in the sun and in the cracks of my palms and it was getting on my lunch, I kept thinking.

Once my mother painted my fingernails

January 21, 2015 |

Selected "Groceries"

Sean Case

Selected comics from "Groceries": Lovecraft, Freud, & Gilgamesh

January 20, 2015 | Poetry

Noah and the Whale's Underrated Second Album

JDA Winslow


feeling in pain
both emotional and physical
I head into the light.

In the park
wholesome children play
their healthiness
throwing
last night's
relative sordidness
into sharp

January 20, 2015 | Interview

She Scares Me a Little: An Interview with Laird Hunt

Joseph Riippi

There was something so sublimely satisfying about reading Laird Hunt’s Neverhome this year that I’ve read it, here and there, probably twice, maybe three times more since. The novel introduces us

January 19, 2015 | Fiction

One Hundred One Sentences for Sir Ernest Shackleton

Kelly Ramsey

1.   It was always ice. Ice: a word like a shard of glass shived in his ribs. The dark plain he was bound to travel. His paramour, his nightmare, his lost thumb. His vice.

January 17, 2015 |

True Life: I Married Scott McClanahan

Juliet Escoria

I have a tendency to get bored easily, both in relationships and in life. One of the things that made me feel confident about marrying Scott is that there is quite possibly no one weirder than him.

January 16, 2015 |

The Decree

Eric Howerton & Ted Closson

Because we'd lost our sense of value, the day came when the animals voted us out of our cities and towns and homesteads.

January 15, 2015 | Poetry

Showing Results For Warren Oates

Philip Tinkler

 


The barista is so pretty
my girlfriend would be
disappointed if I didn't
cheat with her.

 

 

 

 

January 15, 2015 | Fiction

Symptomatic

Valerie Vogrin

You are a diagnostician, alert for symptoms: ridged fingernails, yellow eye-whites, swollen knuckles, broken capillaries. 

January 14, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Cassandra Nguyen


Modern Conveniences 2012 - 2014

There were moments when I forgot about the dog
Whining and shivering, like a toddler in its playpen
Her instinctual nature, A visceral outward cry

I

January 14, 2015 | Fiction

The Zebulons

Brett Beach

Our town’s ordinance—passed in 1862—named the first-born son of each family Zebulon.

January 13, 2015 | Poetry

Unusual Box Jellyfish Have Human-Like Eyes

Adam Prince

 

1.
In human beings, the wink is known to convey one of four emotions:
           Sexual invitation
           False sexual invitation,
           Nonsexual expression of friendliness

January 12, 2015 | Fiction

Zombie Ant Fungus

Joshua Shaw

My ex, Mark, calls me at two in the morning to tell me he’s figured out what’s causing his problems.

January 9, 2015 | Interview

I Love You, Apple, I Love You, Orange: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews director Horam Kim

When I think of mumblecore, I think of Dick Tracy and pornography, low budget films, naturalistic performances, Andrew Bujalski, and pimples. We never set out to make any particular type or genre of film. We just wanted to make our film.

January 9, 2015 |

I Love You, Apple, I Love You, Orange

Sean Kilpatrick

This is the first magic realist mumblecore psychological love story thriller shot over eight years of Claymation. 

January 8, 2015 | Poetry

Four Poems

Sara McGrath

 

POEM ABOUT MY VIBE

my look tonight is Asking For It
a tight vibe is U Can't Have This
I only wanna be in VIP lines & get compliments
god grant me the grace to maintain my

January 8, 2015 |

The Drive

Greta Schuler

Edith stood close by in case they needed her, but stared out the doorway at the pickup truck. 

January 7, 2015 | Poetry

from Two Teenagers

John Colasacco

 

Two teenagers finish the last apple in the house and then wait for something to say.

"I'm thirsty now," one says.

The other unseals a new milk carton from the fridge.

They both

January 6, 2015 | Fiction

Inutile

Greg Mulcahy

When one didn’t work, turned to another one. Turned to one who could be spun.

Turned and spun.

That the language of business.

What other language would he—would any of

January 5, 2015 |

The Day Joe's House Caught Fire

Joe Worthen

it was a sort of boring day so me, kate, and david were just drinking and watching daytime television at my mom's house