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"Talkin' Bout Practice": Memorabilia
Alyssa Oursler
I made eye contact, made the purchase, stored it between other magazines on my bookshelf.
Wow and Flutter #7: Spirit of Elijah
Tyler Koshakow
1.
I found a copy of Spirit of Elijah by Wilson McKinley on the record shelf of the Goodwill in Bellingham, Washington. Like many of the thrift store records I own, I bought it because it looked
The Mounting Evidence against Monotheism
Jeffrey Hermann
Because there’s a god for the water on your skin
when you’ve come from the lake. One for the absence
of flowers in a vase, for every pump and filter organ inside my dog
One god isn’t enough to
Stephanie Loves Stephanie
Marta Balcewicz
“YOU IDIOT!” I scream, but only in my head. For 25 years now I haven’t been able to speak my mind, especially not to a stranger. Enrolling in Glenda’s Eagle Training course is supposed to help, but for now I’m still a grounded hatchling teetering my way through week three of the seven-week program.
Heavy Metal Love Song
Lia Mastropolo
Heavy Metal Love Song
Street drafts off the two-tone carpet in my underworld
Air so much wetter than the memory of it sharpness of weather
spoiling for more life
Two buses
You Are Not Alone
Catherine Uroff
“And there’s got to be some guidelines for this.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Lionel said. “So what are they? You just let me know and I’ll follow them. By God, I will.”
I didn’t have much for him. I sputtered some nonsense about my side of the refrigerator and if he saw Doritos in the pantry, especially the Cool Ranch kind in the blue bag, he should just assume that they were mine. But that was pretty much it.
Bennigan’s
Josh Olsen
There’s an elderly couple camped out in the parking lot of an abandoned Bennigan’s.
Full-sized, luxury RV, Weber grill, folding chairs, red Coleman cooler.
These folks have options, and yet they
Requiem
C. Alessandra Colaianni
On the street, the music thundered from an unseen source, day and night – but it was, oddly, only audible from the sidewalk. Once ensconced inside our house, we forgot about it, as we neglected so many external things during medical school.
The Most Logical Scramble Imaginable
Michael Mungiello
These days writers are obsessed with themselves and once upon a time they were exactly the same way, obsessed with themselves. Once upon a time, there was a man who worked at the Strand and his name
Chain Restaurants, Reviewed with Poems: Cracker Barrel
Danny Caine
All day I look forward to hours of empty house
then I’m there and the whole place itches. I go
not home but the place that tries so hard to feel like it.
Lithophile
Jono Naito
When my partner finds a stone she likes, she shares its burden with me. She never seems to have a place to keep them.
You're Being Followed
Andrew P. Heath
You notice you’re being followed. Headlights in the rearview mirror—though they all look the same, these seem somehow familiar, like a pair of eyes you’ve seen in a dream.
How Vanilla Became White
Deborah Thompson
A spoonful of vanilla ice cream crosses oceans of history. Hold that dollop on the back of your tongue. Consider.
Today, nothing could be whiter than vanilla ice cream. Vanilla means white. It
Asynchronous, or, Damn You, Tinder
Josef Kuhn
Asynchronous
Or,
Damn You, Tinder
In Which
A Mobile Dating App Provides Reminding that
We Are All of Us the Playthings of Chance
Waiting in line at the DMV that squats at the center of
Vision Quest
James R. Gapinski
They snort cocaine in the bathroom and talk about transferring to Pratt or Parsons or Columbia. They talk about how they’ll become famous designers or fashion models or authors in New York City.
An Act of Faith
Will McMillan
“God is good!” my uncle Albert chanted, and his congregation agreed in full force.
YES! AMEN! YES GOD, AMEN!
“God is willing to heal you of all that hurts you, my children. All he asks for is
Shitcanned: My Parallel Year with Hillary Clinton (ftg. Bradley Whitford)
Amanda McNeil
My sister once told me if you clench your butt cheeks together you won’t cry, a tip she learned from a hairdresser. I took a deep breath and went back to my office with my boss, squeezing my ass cheeks as tight I as could.
Transitory
Elizabeth Green
The more time spent at the sunglasses booth, the more willing you are to endure pain and suffering just to feel human again.
Hell's Kitchen, 1993
Matt Basiliere
And it was at that moment—seeing that light and realizing that other people were together in the world in that very same light while he was in an alley watching himself on TV—that he finally felt something: an overwhelming, honest and simple sense of sadness that felt like a beautiful release.
Baptism
Savannah Brooks
At eighteen I got two stars tattooed on my ankle. I used to tell people a variety of stories: they were falling stars, they were the stars from Peter Pan, they were the North Star and its unnamed
Work/Life Balance
Jenn Stroud Rossmann
The trouble began with the intern’s new coffee pot.
Is Your Sauce Broken Completely?
Maria Alejandra Barrios
“Look,” Daniel paused and took a sip of water, “I was going to introduce you to my mother. And I realized I wasn’t ready. And then I thought, when will I be ready? When would it be a good time?