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Travelogue  photo
August 30, 2018 | Poetry


Josh Weston

In 1644 John Weston, age thirteen or sixteen, depending on the source, stowed away.

When I Am Delilah photo
August 29, 2018 | Nonfiction

When I Am Delilah

D. Gilson

“You’re crafty and wise,” the quiz’s benevolent gods tell me.

minivan photo
August 29, 2018 | Poetry


Ivanna Baranova

On the road ... 

Creation Myth photo
August 28, 2018 | Poetry

Creation Myth

Anum Sattar

Fill the latex body all the way through.

Wrong and Dangerous photo
August 27, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Wrong and Dangerous

Taylor Grieshober

What people don't tell you about grieving is that you'll spend months or years or maybe the rest of your life in this nebulous zone where half the time you love everyone in your life and the other half those same people repel you and you can't always tell which mood you'll be in at any given moment. Even the most grounded people become frenetic.

On Pussy photo
August 27, 2018 | Poetry

On Pussy

Anna Claire Hodge

Twice, my friend was flashed as a child.

Bix photo
August 24, 2018 | Poetry


Sara Anderson

For you who shone under the blue lights

The Patron Saint of Loneliness photo
August 23, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

The Patron Saint of Loneliness

Sarah Shotland

I saw her at a campus TGIF three weeks ago. Talking Gender Issues Fridays. It’s a weekly chat-session where students come to look at the week’s current events through a gender lens. The campus used to be single-sex, but now we call it gender inclusive. We were going out of business; there are only so many radical lesbian 17 year olds, and most of them already get into Smith. 

How to Survive as a Single-Family Car* photo
August 23, 2018 | Poetry

How to Survive as a Single-Family Car*

Marne Wilson

Strike up a conversation with other cars you meet

Biography of a [     ] Girl  photo
August 22, 2018 | Poetry

Biography of a [     ] Girl 

Mackenzie Berry

Her guardian came from glory.

Hunger Made The Woman Obsessed photo
August 22, 2018 | Nonfiction

Hunger Made The Woman Obsessed

Amanda Dycus

Tortellini becomes my password for everything.

Damn. photo
August 21, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour


Darby Cashed

Kendrick Lamar
April 14, 2017
Top Dawg


The first time I visit Southern California, it’s for work. I get lost out of LAX and wind up toting my luggage around Inglewood- the

Omission photo
August 21, 2018 | Poetry


M. Drew Williams

The river, the river, the river. 

Get Lost photo
August 20, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Get Lost

Kevin Wilson

On Friday at school, we were all vibrating, so nervous for what came next. We barely listened in class because what did it matter? We wouldn’t be around to turn in the homework that would be due on

in style & so-and-so photo
August 20, 2018 | Poetry

in style & so-and-so

Katherine Vondy

sentences are donuts bursting with believability custard

Rising Inaction photo
August 17, 2018 | Nonfiction

Rising Inaction

Ash Sanders

It’s Saturday night, and I am cleaning the kitchen because it’s easier than cleaning up my life; I am putting away dishes because I know where dishes go. I do not know where to put other things:

Two Poems (Eulogy & These Smart Glasses ...) photo
August 17, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems (Eulogy & These Smart Glasses ...)

Jonas Gomez Tijerino

How grand it would be if Jedi Temples were Papaya Monuments.

Year of Conor McGregor photo
August 16, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Year of Conor McGregor

René Ostberg

Imagine if McGregor were a woman, I’d wonder throughout the day, as I sifted through the barrage of emails from my boss, all his reminders to cc him the next time I sent this or that, the notifications that he’d be leaving early again as I stayed late. Imagine McGregor in an office. Imagine him…or her, aged a bit past her prime. How would she prep for a fight? What would it be like to be a woman like her?

Three Poems photo
August 16, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jon Ruseski

That place where mystery pukes

Fun Facts photo
August 15, 2018 | Nonfiction

Fun Facts

Donald Ryan

What do you get when you mix and elephant with a rhino?


That joke has always held a special place with me. I first heard it back in prime time when the American Broadcasting Company

Mannequin photo
August 15, 2018 | Poetry


Alex Sniatkowski

The Great Swedish Store

The Beauty Mark photo
August 14, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Beauty Mark

Rani Neutill

“You are cursed,” my Dida said, solidifying the bells of mortality that were ringing.
Ki?” I responded, my eyes wide with fear and panic.
“There is a beauty mark here inside you. It means you are cursed with sexiness.”

russet photo
August 14, 2018 | Poetry


Cowboy Roland

i want to be made into french fries

Like a Revolution photo
August 13, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Like a Revolution

Alex Perez

The truth was I knew exactly what was happening, how the possibility of power had clouded my judgment. In bed at night, I thought about putting a stop to all of it and just playing the season out, but I couldn’t shake my contempt for Parker. It wasn’t about baseball anymore, not in the slightest. It had taken just a few days for me to turn the war of aesthetics into a full-fledged revolution.

2 Poems photo
August 13, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems

Dan Mancilla

Many dust the dream, wait the time.
How important is motion?

Magical Realism, Act IV photo
August 12, 2018 | Sunday Comics

Magical Realism, Act IV

Nora Canby and TJ Murray (feat. Kev Leonardo)

superstitions photo
August 10, 2018 | Poetry


Jody Chan

getting a haircut in the year’s first month will cause the death
of an uncle eating fish will bring your family abundance
八 meaning eight sounds the same as 發 meaning wealth
& also hair eight

This Is What (Real) Freedom Is photo
August 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

This Is What (Real) Freedom Is

Nikki Lyssy

It doesn’t matter how many times the essayist — the blind essayist — tries to write what it’s like being in the driver’s seat or how she is fascinated about writing what she doesn’t know: she imagines

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance photo
August 9, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance

Austin Ross

This is later, after the White House, after he has returned to San Clemente. He has shed the name Nixon, that iron albatross around his neck, and instead now calls himself Milhous. He savors the sound of it on his tongue, rolling it around like a sculptor molding clay on a pottery wheel. He speaks it like an incantation. It does not sound like the past; it instead glimmers faintly with the potential of new life.

2 Poems (from The Gospel According to X) photo
August 9, 2018 | Poetry

2 Poems (from The Gospel According to X)

Oliver Baez Bendorf



Prayer is what you do when you don’t know whether your animal will live through the night. Pink like Pepto-Bismol staining a goat’s chin. Everything lives and