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September 14, 2015 | Fiction


Michelle Ross

A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.

September 14, 2015 | Nonfiction


Nari Kirk

In nearly every used book—bought, borrowed, or salvaged—I’ve found them. 

September 13, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 8)

Nick Francis Potter

You all don't seem too keen on fiddling here with bloody Henry.

September 12, 2015 | Fiction

Some Life, Hunh?

Steve Anwyll

I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along  Rue Saint-Rémi.

You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.

September 11, 2015 |

To Never Speak Again

Peter Smyth

September 10, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eliza Callard

I keep coming back to the church.  

September 9, 2015 | Fiction

An Encounter

Greg Mulcahy

I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.

September 8, 2015 | Nonfiction

Grimestore Cowboy

Brian Alan Ellis

I was drunk and coked up and thought it’d be a good idea to cut through some strange wooded area. Then I was completely underwater. 

September 8, 2015 | Poetry

Daddy Issues

Tyler Gillespie

I tell you I wish my dad would come out as trans like Caitlyn Jenner &/or late-in-life gay like my ex-boyfriend’s father.

September 7, 2015 | Fiction

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy

Cara Dempsey

Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.

September 7, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

B. Diehl

On your way home from work,
you stop at a liquor store for smokes.

September 6, 2015 |

Those Bears?

Jarod Roselló

September 5, 2015 |


Juliet Escoria



Our friend Stacy Kranitz, who is a (super talented) photographer, invited Scott and me to go to Skatopia’s 20th Anniversary Bowl Bash in June. Of course, we said yes. Here is

September 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Outsiders

Shane Jones

Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets 

September 4, 2015 |

Faults / Cheap Thrills / The Shield / The Corndog Man

Sean Kilpatrick

Being human is about: what’s unobtainable today? 

September 3, 2015 | Fiction

Street Names

Irene McGarrity

When I met Magic on 188th and Valentine, he pulled a quarter from behind my ear.  Most guys didn’t try that hard. 

September 3, 2015 | Nonfiction

Sprint: A Plane Crashes Out Over the Atlantic

Andrew Bertaina

We were sitting on the shores of the Atlantic, waiting for the wind to change and the black flies to get blown back out to sea when the plane went down.

September 2, 2015 | Poetry

4 Poems

Emily Carney

legs apart, wrists willing: I am teaching myself to love sasha grey

September 2, 2015 | Fiction

Trade Deadline

Tom McAllister

A few minutes before tip-off, Gorilla stretches in the locker room—he’s no longer allowed to stretch on the court, not since an activist group called it a prolonged obscene gesture—and he is beset by

September 1, 2015 | Interview

Alfred Wichly interviews Sucker June author Sean Kilpatrick

Alfred Wichly

Kilpatrick on the artist’s political responsibilities (these are apparently multiple): Hate has more borders than I can muster into the capability of a vision. That’s why I scream in short bursts. 

September 1, 2015 | Poetry

I Had a Dream That Was a Salsa Flavor

Jason Koo

for Rachel Corso

Have you tried all our salsa flavors before?
This is mild (not medium), this is spicy, this is verde
(That means green), this is volcanic, this is you

Not listening.

August 31, 2015 | Interview

The Nicest Guy in the World: An Interview with Arthur Bradford

Kevin Maloney


“Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.” – Kurt Vonnegut

I met

August 31, 2015 | Fiction

Exact Routes

Caroline Belle Stewart

Sometimes she fears her new husband is her old husband. In her mind the two take up the same space and linger in the same places. 

August 30, 2015 |

Lazy Wolf: The Series

Alex Jiang

August 28, 2015 | Poetry

These Are Not Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

My new friend interrupted me to say, “You seem like you live like a real artist.”
My new friend had already been twice published by The New Yorker.
I thought maybe she had confused me with herself.

August 28, 2015 | Nonfiction

Chased by the Muse, Part 3

Laura Joyce Davis & Nate Davis

For all the hours we’ve spent with strangers, all the conversations and shared stories, we ask no one’s name—until now. 

August 27, 2015 | Fiction

Always Bienvenido

Lawrence Lenhart

Kneeling on cement, the lifelike nutz dangling in her face, Daniela tried to work the screwpin out of the anchor shackle, but she was unable to unjam it from the lughole, her press-ons flexing dangerously against the hitch. 

August 26, 2015 | Nonfiction

Chased by the Muse, Part 2

Laura Joyce Davis & Nate Davis

There are five categories for hurricanes; most of the buildings here were built to withstand categories one and two.

August 25, 2015 | Poetry

If Everything's Under Control, You're Going Too Slow

Meg Wade


Let the okra go to waste, steal oranges from the
corner store. I'll tell you that I love you like I've
loved no one else. Our bodies are made to be
useful, move fast. The fastest man in

August 25, 2015 | Fiction


Glen Pourciau

I walk every day until I stop talking to myself.