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January 24, 2017 | Interview

"You look like you're trying to write the Great American Novel, which makes me want to barf": An Interview with Kevin Wilson 

Aaron Burch

I've been a Kevin Wilson fan since his debut story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, first found it's way into my hands, one way or another. I've been reading and re-reading the

January 24, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alison Stine

if I could re-wire myself I would
start again a blank heart with no pictures

January 22, 2017 |

Who you were meant to be

Anthony Veasna So

January 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Emily Present

i bought an essay with someone else’s money when i was 23
just to feel what it was like to steal words
it was the sickest i’ve ever been

January 19, 2017 | Fiction

Stories At The Table

Eric Barnes

“They were getting ‘the talk,’” Carmen says, pausing dramatically, “and in walks a huge nurse wearing a robe.”

January 18, 2017 | Fiction

Feel No Ways

Sara McGrath

Looking back, the efforts we made were desperate. We took walks. In bed, he fed me grapes; chilled, out of the refrigerator. We took weekends off work, spending money in small towns where there was

January 18, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Molly McGinnis

The moon is small and perfectly cut.
Blinking between trees like the cursor
you used on your middle school blog.

January 17, 2017 | Nonfiction

You Would Even Say It Glowed

Adam Armstrong

Later that evening, when confronted about my absence, I told her that my grandfather said I looked sick and should go home. His senility always made him my reliable scapegoat.

January 16, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brian Laidlaw

Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.

January 16, 2017 |

The Greasy Strangler

Sean Kilpatrick


January 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bête

Steve Anwyll

...the products we couldn't get here. They'd come home with stories of innocent smiles given to bored border guards while they wore two pairs of jeans under three dresses. The trunk of their car filled with Cherry Coke and flavours of chips we couldn't comprehend. Cheap rum. Meat. Cigarettes. Electronics. 

January 13, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

CL Bledsoe & Michael Gushue

In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."

January 12, 2017 |

Thing I Didn’t Write About Whoppers and How You Broke My Heart

Tara Atkinson

This was the “Year of the Whopper”:          
I ate a Whopper.
I ate a Whopper.
You dumped me.

January 12, 2017 |

In a Valley of Violence

Sean Kilpatrick

Going big on tsk tsk.

January 11, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Shelley Whitaker

There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise

January 10, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Zara Sedore-Mallin

my brain is on fire
so i can tell by the colors
that winter is coming

January 10, 2017 | Fiction

In Silhouette

Mehdi M. Kashani

My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip. 

January 9, 2017 | Nonfiction

Wild Unknown Country

Kait Heacock

Everything is cosmically predestined when you are stoned. She put off the trip as long as she could, eating three-day old pasta out of Tupperware. This is what they mean by mind-numbing. This is some strong shit.

January 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Tasha Coryell

Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.” 

January 7, 2017 |

We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service

Harold Stallworth

A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11, 2016
Label: Epic Records
Length: 61 minutes, 16 songs


All of my favorite people are

January 6, 2017 | Fiction

Near Nature, Near Perfect

Sean Towey

Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked. 

You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?

January 5, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

C.T. McGaha

when i was born, you bought a hill—
a great mound of clay and bone
and you named that mountain after us.

January 5, 2017 | Fiction

A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory

Lynn Mundell

She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.

January 4, 2017 | Fiction

Skater Die

Joel Tomfohr

“I love watching you get dressed.”

“More than you love watching me undress?”

January 3, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Nick Narbutas

once I dated a girl w/"good is dead"
tattooed across her chest she turned out to be right
but not the way she wanted to be

January 2, 2017 | Fiction

The Heart as a Protostar

Ferris Wayne McDaniel

When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.