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The Coming Anarchy photo
December 29, 2017 | Poetry

The Coming Anarchy

Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
~ W.B Yeats, ‘The Second Coming’

One day, your borders shall speak;

Indignant birds will shit on your

Five Poems photo
December 28, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Spencer Williams

Under the cruel glow of inquiry, I want to tell her that the party is over.

The Makeover photo
December 28, 2017 | Fiction

The Makeover

Janelle Greco

It usually happens after dessert, when my sister is scraping the birthday cake frosting into the garbage or covering the holiday pie with foil. The men in my family are slouched in their seats and

Mesa, Arizona, 1985 photo
December 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Mesa, Arizona, 1985

Elizabeth Ellen

By the time I arrived at the Phoenix airport the next summer I was thirty pounds heavier. I’d spent the previous nine months eating vending machine moonpies and packaged cookies in my dorm room.

Sun, Miles Away photo
December 27, 2017 | Fiction

Sun, Miles Away

Stephen Thomas

The sun is a dwarf star 93 million miles away. The Michael Lee-Chin Crystal, a spiky glass appendage that sprouts out of the Royal Ontario Museum’s original brick in downtown Toronto, was unveiled on August 5, 2007. 

Four Poems photo
December 27, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Kamal E. Kimball

Hurry, tomorrow’s ashen face is at your door.
Hold out your hands, two tiny suns,
you’re more golden than they ever told you.

A Starting Lineup Baseball Collector's Stand photo
December 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Starting Lineup Baseball Collector's Stand

Aaron Burch

This was the year Canseco was the first to join the 40/40 club, hitting over 40 homeruns and stealing 40 bases in the same season. 

Contained photo
December 26, 2017 | Nonfiction


Janet Dale

I still remember the hard plastic carrying case I toted around as a preteen in Southern Germany. Bright purple with an aqua-colored latch and handle, it often made the 45-minute car trip from our first-floor apartment on the Army base where my family was stationed to my mother’s hometown when we visited on the weekends.

Tampopo photo
December 26, 2017 | Fiction


Kris Hartrum

It was getting dark outside as me and Naoki walked down the paved footpath of my West Shinjuku neighborhood to the subway. It was rainy, and there were concrete hippos and pigs, and other rusted

Africa! photo
December 25, 2017 | Nonfiction


Uzodinma Okehi

My grandfather, his English name was Benson. As the houseboys opened the gates, he came out on the balcony and fired off a shotgun, boom, one or two blasts.

Aladdin photo
December 24, 2017 |


Chloe Caldwell

I remember seeing Aladdin on Christmas Eve with my friend Kylie when I was seven years old.

The Icicles photo
December 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Icicles

Chelsea Martin

I made my mom promise me that she was going to live until she was 100 years old, and I would be 82 and we would die together, peacefully, holding hands. 

'Twas the Night Before Christmas photo
December 22, 2017 | Nonfiction

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Mary Miller

My siblings and I never liked each other as much as we did on those early mornings; we never made a better team. 

The Virgin Mary photo
December 22, 2017 | Fiction

The Virgin Mary

Adesuwa Agbonile

It doesn’t make the sound that you think it would make. I mean, I figured it would be loud, or top-heavy. But it sounded like almost nothing, like water dripping from a shower faucet three rooms

Girl From Uni photo
December 22, 2017 | Poetry

Girl From Uni

Chaya Bhuvaneswar

You’re from the cornfields, I tease, but not really. Your parents, professors at U of Illinois, both versed in the theories of music, both of them concert pianists. They play hushed, reverent duets

Christmases  photo
December 21, 2017 | Nonfiction


Bud Smith

Carefully open the wrapping paper. Inside is Teddy Ruxbin. See his stupid face on the box. Fuck you, Teddy Ruxbin. He reads you bedtime stories if you put a cassette tape in his abdomen.

Three Poems photo
December 21, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Amanda Hayes

I grew up in grass but here / everything is bladeless, // hair thinned past feathers, / sheets slick enough to grease a boar.

4 Stories photo
December 21, 2017 | Fiction

4 Stories

Michael Mungiello

In this one, nothing will happen, like in life, unlike in life, where everything happens.

Juliet-the-Detective photo
December 20, 2017 | Nonfiction


Juliet Escoria

So a few weeks before that Christmas, I decided to do some detective work. I was interested in science and generally curious ...

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play photo
December 20, 2017 | Fiction

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play

Kathy Fish

[Menopause is seated in the easy chair stage right. She is wearing a pink, bedazzled track suit. She has before her the full-length mirror. On the floor next to her, a set of hand weights, which are also pink.]

Two Poems photo
December 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kyle Liang

We walk to the edge of the continent / and there in the sand I turn to her and say, / look,
this is where I buried myself 

The Eve Of X-mas 1994; or thereabouts photo
December 19, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Eve Of X-mas 1994; or thereabouts

Steve Anwyll

So on this X-mas eve. There I was. Sitting in the basement. On an old blue sectional couch. Alone

Sam and Chester photo
December 19, 2017 | Fiction

Sam and Chester

Howard Parsons

They sat on the grassy bank, clothes clinging to their wet bodies, watching the river flow. A few raindrops splashed on the surface, tiny dimples rushed away downstream. Neither of them bothered to point out that it was going to rain.

Chupacabra Summer: Seminole, Texas, 1998 photo
December 19, 2017 | Poetry

Chupacabra Summer: Seminole, Texas, 1998

Abigail Carl-Klassen

 Most nights we stayed behind, Tweety Bird / pajama shirts stretched over our knees, waist-length hair soaking / our backs as we sat on the floor and thumbed glossy 10mm prints.

Charlton Heston played John the Baptist but I remember him as Jesus photo
December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction

Charlton Heston played John the Baptist but I remember him as Jesus

Elle Nash

- My best friend and I drink cheap vodka in water bottles on Christmas Eve, watching Jesus movies with my parents.

This photo
December 18, 2017 | Fiction


Jackson Frons

I stopped drawing stars on my student’s papers. Stars are dying suns shouting out “goodbye!” as they disappear. Why should that signify goodness?

I discovered distant Facebook friends—dead from

Shooting the Horse photo
December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shooting the Horse

John Bennion

Confessions don’t make good stories. 

Love Letter to Ace Perry photo
December 17, 2017 | Poetry

Love Letter to Ace Perry

Doug Paul Case

It’s winter and again
my knees are beginning...

fool's paradise photo
December 15, 2017 | Nonfiction

fool's paradise

Alyssa Oursler

 It doesn't take much for a curve to become a coil, for a bridge to become a cage.

Side Traxx photo
December 14, 2017 | Poetry

Side Traxx

Brian Czyzyk

I’m going out
to snag a man.