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February 16, 2016 | Fiction

The Door Saga

Becky Bosshart

Chesterfield knocked with two eczematous knuckles—only a courtesy warning to let her know he was coming on in. This time he walked into a locked door.

February 15, 2016 |

LOVE

Sean Kilpatrick

The dirt on our hands now, how airbrushed in.

February 14, 2016 |

Some Horns (Pt. 10)

Nick Francis Potter

A werewolf?
You know, I feel like it's a good possibility, officer, I really do.

February 12, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Miles Preston-Clark

 

Greek Yogurt

my daughter and I were watching TV
it was some show where a group of overweight women
lose a bunch of weight and wear bikinis in front
of their families and significant

February 12, 2016 | Fiction

Self Defense for Girls

Laurie Cedilnik

Sarah squeezed into a bathroom stall with Ralph. Outside her boyfriend sat at the bar, nursing yet another domestic beer.

February 11, 2016 | Poetry

Hot Box

Sheila Squillante

where’s my dark booth damp panties mid-day fluff and relief

February 10, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Indiana Jones

 

THE HEART OF THE MATTER

If I had any money I would leave the country. There aren't any people here and I know them all. I only want to express myself, but you can't say things like

February 9, 2016 | Fiction

Luck Come Undone

Jason Thayer

Hector was lucky and he knew it. And everyone else knew it too.

February 7, 2016 |

Lazy Wolf: The Series (pt. 5)

Alex Jiang

[Previously on... Part 4 :: Part 3 :: Part 2 :: Part 1]

Here's what happened. Lt' Pup' Got mental bombed by a cat. Boom. He had to fight for his life in his mind. Boom. And he won the battle.

February 5, 2016 | Poetry

My Body

Moriah Pearson


That thing I scrape against every floor.
That thing, that thing keeps betraying me.

I knock on wooden bones for good luck,
but the splinters in knuckles act as omen.

I fold it with

February 4, 2016 | Poetry

the preamble to the deceleration of independence

Sam Price

 

everyone leaves the party

and I'm still at the party

I sleep on the floor some time later, leaving

a half-drunk Miller Lite within reach

 

there are mattresses

February 4, 2016 | Fiction

The Civilized Pirate

Sommer Schafer

He wasn’t expecting how strong they’d be with their pale soft hands and their petticoats and their bowties and their cummerbunds. But when they stormed the ship, they threw aside lacy parasols and let fall monoculars.

February 2, 2016 | Poetry

Real Winter

Lucy Tiven

The first time i took an Adderall I fell in love and was in love

for four years.

February 2, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Walgreens Years

J.H. Pearl

No one has all the answers. What could the man returning a fleece bodysuit say to the woman behind him getting ready to buy exactly the same item?

February 1, 2016 |

Those Bears (pt. 7)

Jarod Roselló

[Previously on... Part 6  |  Part 5  |  Part 4  |  Part 3  |  Part 2  |  Part 1]

February 1, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Joseph Parker Okay

 

father, son, and holy void

i no longer care
whose fault it was

which probably means
it was mine.

i could drive my car
into lake michigan

and wake up where
you

January 29, 2016 | Fiction

Bedtime Story

Doug Ramspeck

Sometimes the two memories grow conflated in her thoughts, especially in her dreams.

January 28, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Elizabeth Powell

The past kept living inside me like a cheap Timex. “Where are you going?” the store clerk said. But I heard my father in my head, practically dragging me from bed to bon voyage me out of Newark when this terminal was merely stairs, no moving sidewalks...

January 26, 2016 |

Wow and Flutter #1: Peace and Love from Lee

Tyler Koshakow

 

1.

Walter Benjamin begins his essay “Unpacking My Library” like this:

“I am unpacking my library. Yes, I am.”

I can relate. This last summer, I moved all of my possessions from an

January 25, 2016 | Fiction

Trip the Light Fantastic

Craig Buchner

She almost said yes until she saw the stain.

January 22, 2016 |

TOP 10 TOPIX POSTS FOR 2015

Juliet Escoria

bambi on Nov 6, 2015

He is the new dopehead in town..........WORTHLESS!!!!!!! !!!

January 22, 2016 | Fiction

Graffiti

Matthew Hobson

Scrawled across the garage door in big red letters are the words "Die Snake!" 

January 21, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sarah Jean Alexander

For the thousandth time
I am describing our arms
and how they are
the perfect length

January 21, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Eszter Takacs

I built a Ferrari inside my white mouth
The shape of it was blue  and up came the sun
I said hey, Ferrari and with my white mouth   huffed it good, huffed it pretty
The throat of your pale moon heartscape contained me

January 21, 2016 |

THE REVENANT

Sean Kilpatrick

Please, let it fuck me if I have it. Right? Fucking USA, again. If one person is making a bona fide constructive statement, the other nine are making you their bitch.

January 20, 2016 | Fiction

HeyDay

Jay Merill

Aimee looks back to how things were.

January 19, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kate Monica

You scare me kind of           your admission of an emo phase  

January 19, 2016 |

THE HATEFUL EIGHT

Sean Kilpatrick

I like getting fucked in my feelings.

January 18, 2016 | Fiction

Vigil at Fort Jesus

Derick Dupre

Nighttime near Fort Jesus.  We point our phones heavenward and hear about the latest rave death.

January 15, 2016 | Interview

Elizabeth Ellen interviews Christa Parravani: the Interview That Almost Wasn’t

Elizabeth Ellen

Eventually, I turned to memoir because I wanted to stay in scene. I craved space. I believe in the connection between poetry and memoir. It’s no coincidence that some of our best memoirs have come from poets: Mary Karr, Nick Flynn, Lucy Grealy, Mark Doty, Maggie Nelson, and Sarah Manguso—that list could go on-and-on.