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January 6, 2015 | Fiction


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

January 5, 2015 | Poetry

Five Hundred and Ninety Miles of Hair

Frank Montesonti


A little nervous after my 70,000th cup of coffee this lifetime
I was wary of forty-three year olds
(statistically, murderers are on average 7.5 years older than their victims)


January 3, 2015 |

Dosed Up

Victor Freeze

It was probably 3:3o in the morning and I was wide-awake because of the acid. I was anxious to do something but nothing in particular. I was jittery, lively.

January 2, 2015 | Poetry

I Remember When I Met U, Baby

Adrian Matejka

That’s / when the purple doors open into steamy / bathtub of surprise. That’s when there’s / an impossibly-deep Prince breath & then—

January 1, 2015 |

Crippling Anxiety And Self-Centered Fear: An Unedited Journal Entry Style Thing

Jordan Castro

There is nothing romantic about being young and dark and confused. Pain is real. It's funny on Twitter but it sucks irl. 

January 1, 2015 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Tommy

Matt Sailor

Oliver Reed isn’t wasting any time. He has work to do, and he’ll be god-damned if he’s going to let anybody get in his way. The work, of course, is drinking, and in the Christmas scene from 1975’s

January 1, 2015 |

Two Poems

Eleanor Kriseman


men on trains

A man on the L train says to his friend, "Nothing is more attractive than a woman who admits she's wrong about something." A man on the G train says to his date, "Most