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August 24, 2015 | Nonfiction

Chased by the Muse, Part 1

Laura Joyce Davis & Nate Davis

No one is going anywhere, he says. You will sleep here tonight.

August 24, 2015 | Poetry

two poems

Greg Zorko

Karl Barth

let's forget the time we fought

and just say

that i have a specific kind of fear

it happens


when i am in the club

thinking about the pieces of my

August 23, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 7)

Nick Francis Potter

"And look, I can just barely fit my arm through the wound. It's not that big."

August 21, 2015 |

Oh, This Was the World: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 4

Andrew Bomback

Two teenagers are living in my house this summer, and neither has read The Catcher in the Rye. They’ve taken over the basement, binge-watching shows on Netflix and referring to Instagram as

August 20, 2015 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Die Another Day

Matt Sailor

Pierce Brosnan only has so much time left. He doesn’t know it yet, but this will be his last James Bond film. While it will gross almost half a billion dollars worldwide, it won’t take long for Die

August 19, 2015 | Fiction


Ryan Krull

The card reads Leo Schwezeger, MD. The only other print is a phone number and the phrase If you have to ask...

August 18, 2015 | Nonfiction

Sucking on Lemonheads

Dorothy Rice

“Ah, so you’ve had an ordinary life,” she said.

August 18, 2015 | Poetry


Spencer Madsen



i'm fucking useless and there's nothing going for me
*parents call*
everything's amazing, i'm the best i've ever been


wow it's late. i'm so tired
better eat a

August 16, 2015 |

Those Bears (pt. 6)

Jarod Roselló

[Previously on... Part 5  |  Part 4  |  Part 3  |  Part 2  |  Part 1]

August 14, 2015 |

An Open Letter to Lana del Rey

Victor Freeze

Standing next to the homie Marge on the vast lawn full of Lana fanatics in flower crowns and Pepsi-Cola tee shirts I did not feel at home

August 14, 2015 | Nonfiction

A Version of Dinner (in which)

Maggie Nye

In which we listen to ourselves being recounted in the mouth of the boyfriend 

August 13, 2015 |

The End of the Tour

Sean Kilpatrick

To recover from the grand wizard of empathy’s commencement speech, I have since camped at grocery stores, when I can afford them, awaiting the flotation device of my college degree’s supposed intellectual extenuation of the human gridlock.

August 13, 2015 | Fiction


Sara Kachelman

Worst thing I ever did I did when I was doing Hank’s cousin, Theresa. It was a crime of sloth, a crime of not-saying.

August 12, 2015 | Nonfiction

A Confession Via Jennifer Garner

Emily Carney

The people in my workshop suggested the stories were detailing co-dependency. From my position of fiction writer I laughed and nodded in agreement so as not to appear too sentimental towards the material. I thought of my classmates as boring and responsible and generic, and reasoned that they couldn’t understand the characters’ interactions because they were only limitedly tolerant of anything eccentric—

August 12, 2015 | Poetry


Chelsea Harlan


Painting of a Vietnamese restaurant lunch menu.

Painting of a woman being pulled out of a river
by her hair and she is smiling and her hair is dry.

Painting of a war-torn meadow:

August 11, 2015 | Interview

Blackout: an Interview with Sarah Hepola

Chloe Caldwell

the defining experience of Western women today is internal conflict

August 10, 2015 | Fiction

Kumon Thong

Corwin Ericson

Golden Boy lived in a little house on our mantlepiece.

August 9, 2015 |

Flying Machine (Pt. 6)

Lydia Conklin

She's flying!
Hip, hip, hooray!

August 7, 2015 |


Leesa Cross-Smith

Bro Country is not all that different from dudes in general and real life. I've dated enough white dudes and went to college in Kentucky and I've been to, like, twenty-five Dave Matthews Band concerts, so, trust me, I know this stuff.

August 6, 2015 | Fiction

Dollar Dog Day

Tom McAllister

Oliver sat in the locker room, a towel tucked neatly around his waist, next to a Smithfield rep who was slicing open packages of hot dogs and wrapping them individually in foil. Oliver did not have

August 5, 2015 | Interview

Anger Is Never Just Anger: an Interview with Sarah Gerard

Elle Nash

There were tears. When I’m writing about the past, I’m aiming to come to a place where I can feel or understand something that I’ve previously never been able to resolve. Or feel something other than anger, because anger is never just anger.

August 5, 2015 | Poetry

It Was The Summer They Let The Opossum Into Your Bed

Natasha Kochicheril Moni

The summer you learned who was dealing what. You were applying to programs, your pointillism, neat in inkwhen a wind disappeared your drawing.

August 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Mindreader

Claire Polders

I am a woman of discipline, which is to say: I don’t act at random. But I once slept with a mindreader on a whim.

August 3, 2015 | Poetry


Natalie Sargent



the sky is gray and you will not stop talking
about balance
this focus has become your baby
for at least the past three days
last week it was tarot cards 
and a techno

August 2, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 6)

Nick Francis Potter

Amanda, I thought... I, I don't understand. You said this was over.

July 31, 2015 |

Lazy Wolf Comics

Alex Jiang

Why is there shattered glass?

It's from a light bulb.

July 30, 2015 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Live and Let Die

Matt Sailor

All Roger Moore wants is a drink. He’s had a rough couple of days. He’s Bond—James Bond—but nobody seems to believe him. He’s not in the mood for a martini, doesn’t care to micromanage the

July 29, 2015 | Fiction

Four Fictions

Gary J. Shipley

I’m to blame for every fake suicide this week. If anyone knocks at the door I shout the addresses of shut-ins until I hear footsteps. If the knocking continues I take my gun and start shooting through the walls.

July 29, 2015 | Poetry

Smeary Flowers, 1983

Lauren Camp

All I wanted was the haze of a worn gown / of sleep after the scrape of that / honey-sipped night.

July 28, 2015 |

Terminator Genisys / Jurassic World

Sean Kilpatrick

Hopefully, I’ve ingested enough synthetic flavor to stop my heart real early. Or to maintain tinnitus for the length of a harassing phone call. If not, the only responsibility of the adult is to be their own Kevorkian.