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December 2, 2015 | Fiction

Theory of Natural Selection

Richard Johnston

Latvia’s Baltic coastline is almost completely undeveloped except for a few fishing villages and some dilapidated concrete resorts for Communist Party officials.  A forest of black pines begins right at the edge of sixty-foot dunes.

December 1, 2015 |

Manson Family Vacation

Sean Kilpatrick

Let’s touch hands across the rubble.

December 1, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Jeremy Allan Hawkins

A person in a pool of water
drinks it all up.

November 27, 2015 | Poetry

An uncareful mathematician would always mistake this for love

Julia Dixon Evans

Because Math! 

November 27, 2015 | Poetry


Sennah Yee


she had dreamt she had fed herself to tigers

felt their maw drag her by the neck

wondered nothing more of her life

other than how many calories she would be.




November 26, 2015 | Poetry

Boiled Tomato

Kaveh Akbar


In  a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I

November 26, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Hallie Bateman

Snakes and Sharks and Bats

November 25, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Liana Roux

Here we are like we used to be,
my thinking of you, your eyes
slipping, never quite on me.

November 24, 2015 | Fiction

Forensics and You

Jennifer Pruiett-Selby

The program started with Take Your Kid to Work Day. We were pioneers in the field of crime scene investigation. Everything went smoothly as long as the kids didn’t touch anything. They’ve got eyes

November 24, 2015 | Poetry

drunken texting while watching junjou romantica

Dice Jung


a text msg that was sent:

ur hands my hands
both needed if i hit
u first would u hit me back

Seen two hours after I fell in love with you

the text msg that needed 2 be

November 23, 2015 |

Twenty Failures

Ilana Masad

1. She told him to shut the window-slats. Every shred of light should be brushed away. She wanted to feel invisible.

November 20, 2015 |

The GwalaCost // Ep. 3: Sauce or No Sauce?

Jordan Castro

From Osama Bin Laden to the WNBA, Jordan Castro and friends explore who/what has sauce, and who/what doesn't.

November 20, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Zef Lisowski

The house

is new, but these woods are

strange, endless, and ancient.

November 20, 2015 | Poetry

I Don't Eat

Frances Amiama


around you because
I want you to keep thinking of me
as a small body, to wonder what keeps me
so pale, what sustains my Spanish mouth.

Don't ask me what I need,

November 19, 2015 | Fiction

Out West

Jarod Rosello

Wasn’t this, after all, why she’d come out here in the first place? To find something special? 

November 18, 2015 | Fiction

I Still Think of You

Tatiana Ryckman

This is not beautiful because this is not beautiful.

November 17, 2015 | Fiction

Tiger Blood

Bud Smith

I meet a girl on OK Cupid and the first date goes well enough.

November 16, 2015 | Poetry


Timothy Schirmer

And now, as summer ends
and the days spread thin,
I feel my life like a meal,
not a bad meal, but one
I have eaten too many times.



November 15, 2015 |

Lazy Wolf: The Series (pt. 3)

Alex Jiang

[Previously on... Part 2 ::  Part 1]


November 13, 2015 | Poetry

Don't Trust Me: I Think of Opera Far Too Early in the Morning

Frank Montesonti


There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."


Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.

Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire

November 12, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Chelsea Hodson

Catie sent me her new book
said I was in it a fair amount
that’s a good way to get me to read something

November 11, 2015 | Fiction


Jeff Snowbarger

Late one night I found him, my long-lost uncle, Duane.

November 10, 2015 | Poetry

two poems

Jon-Michael Frank


pictures are as real as forever is
hello kitty in the weeds
I live endlessly as actual nostalgia
dying alive with the light
a new bedpan under the moon
all love is a lack of

November 9, 2015 |

The Art of Fiction Menswear

Aaron Burch

I've known Tom Williams for a handful of years. I think I originally met him through Barrelhouse, and I've mostly tried to not hold that against him. He is, in the parlance of whoever it is that

November 8, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 9)

Nick Francis Potter

I mean, werewolves, they have appetites, don't they?

November 6, 2015 | Poetry

three poems

Shy Watson

"free the nipples"

I beat a guy

who had a crush on me 

at beer pong


we got stoned

in the Walmart parking lot

when my car wouldn't start


6 months later


November 6, 2015 | Interview

Lori Jakiela Interview

Sandra Newman

In her third memoir, Belief is its own kind of truth, Maybe, Lori Jakiela uses a collage-style structure to write about the collage-like process of assembling an identity, and the particular

November 5, 2015 | Fiction

I'm Not Joking

Jeremy Whiston

Eventually she won't think of me unless she hears mention of my name, or sees my friends, or a boxy japanese sedan from the 80s, or, perhaps, a Paul Simon poster

November 5, 2015 |


Mark Patrick Spencer


When I die
I'll die
In the woods
I will be found
After 14 months
By a 9 year old
You're picturing a boy 
But it's a girl
She is lost
And climbs over a log
To see
If she

November 4, 2015 |

Emotional Boys Being Emotional: a Bro Country Dispatch

Leesa Cross-Smith

Luke walks that line inbetween doing his booty-shaking and grinding on stage and also seeming like your “cool” youth pastor and that's not a knock. I love Luke Bryan and there's something about him that seems so genuine and sweet, I can't even picture him being fussy or rude with anyone.