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November 9, 2018 | Poetry

In The Aftermath

William A. Greenfield

Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things

he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him

November 9, 2018 | Nonfiction


Vanessa Wang

From the shadow of an oak tree.

November 8, 2018 | Fiction

Holy Water

Nathan Thomas

Although I guess it really started on Saturday morning.

November 7, 2018 | Fiction

A Good And Simple Life

Oliver Zarandi

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

November 6, 2018 | Fiction

The Ass is a Hole Where The Light Gets In 

Jon Lindsey

This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house. 

November 6, 2018 | Nonfiction


Jacqueline Kirkpatrick

If not for “Alive,” I’d be dead. 

November 5, 2018 | Fiction

A Story To Spit On

Sebastian Castillo

A bald eagle was shot directly above my head, mid-flight, and its feathers rested gently on my scalp for the rest of geological time.

November 2, 2018 | Fiction

All Our Italian Friends Are Dead

Fawzy Zablah

I was so broke I went to see my mother.

November 2, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Bird of Love and Loyalty

William Lychack

Nothing would deter us.

November 1, 2018 | Fiction


Derick Dupre

Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.

October 31, 2018 | Nonfiction

To The Princesses I've Broken

Chelsea Sheneman

From The Happiest Place On Earth

October 30, 2018 |

The Cure. 

Lauren Grabowski

It took a month of working together for Luke to start talking to me.

October 30, 2018 | Poetry

spell for electron microscopes

Maya Jewell Zeller

spell for electron microscopes/ for silicate minerals & landfills


if my friends say you are a cell tower & I am a bird


if when I say I dream of archaeology what I mean is you

October 29, 2018 | Nonfiction

Touching Strangers

Tamara Adelman

The door is open, I said, just come in.

October 29, 2018 | Fiction


Zac Smith

Susan bought a gun that shot doors into things. The doors were small and led to incredible places.

October 26, 2018 | Poetry

Driving Through Colorado, Listening to the Radio, Thinking of My Father Again

Sophie Klahr

Well look, the radio says ... 

October 26, 2018 | Nonfiction

After the Call about My Dad’s House Burning Down

Guy Choate

Liz and I sit up with a start.

October 26, 2018 | Nonfiction

My Mother Left Me

Anastasia Selby

An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.

October 25, 2018 | Fiction

We Get Pregnant

Diana Clarke

We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.

October 24, 2018 | Nonfiction


Whitney Lee

We met in the pathology suite ––me the medical student––you the corpse.

October 23, 2018 | Nonfiction


Ryan Kim

We had a crab dinner at my uncle’s that night.

October 23, 2018 |

Automatic For The People

Andrew M. Howard

I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.

October 22, 2018 | Poetry

Four poems

Lauren Stroh


I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me

October 22, 2018 | Fiction

Construction of a Last Ditch Garden

Devan Collins Del Conte

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.

October 19, 2018 | Nonfiction

Notes On Scarring

Jonathan Gleason

The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.

October 19, 2018 | Fiction

For A Small Donation This Woven Basket Can Be Yours

Jared Shaffer

Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood. 

October 18, 2018 | Fiction

It's Just A Flower

Olivia Gunning

“We need a gift that’s really her,” I said. “Really Sophia.”

“Could you define her?”

“A truly independent mind, a renovator, a cultivator.”

October 18, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Erika Walsh


I want to be rewarded for my good thoughts. My good purchase. I want free shipping. Gentle handling. I buy eyeliner. The felt tip, and pointed. I want someone to clap. I buy steel boots. I

October 17, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Day Morgan Freeman Nearly Crashed Into Our House

Sarah E. Ruhlen

I flipped on the lights, turned up the furnace, and cranked some Stevie Wonder.

October 16, 2018 | Poetry

three poems

Isaac Ginsberg Miller


In January the birds awakened mid-
flight. In February the bats left
their cave and we called it abandoned.
In March a civilization arose
and fell. In April a ream of gauze