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Wandering Womb photo
January 31, 2019 | Nonfiction

Wandering Womb

Brigitte Lewis

In ancient Greece, it was believed that the uterus moved around inside the female body – like something winged

Transit photo
January 31, 2019 | Fiction


Justina Elias

I miss your piercings, Mina, I say. 

Don’t, she says. 

Me too. Jordan brightens. You looked like a suicide girl. It was hot. 

Bounty photo
January 30, 2019 | Fiction


Scott Broker

In August, I stood in the doorway, watching as a bounty hunter pressed her fingers deep into my flowerpot and told me about the vexing but ultimately successful capture of my husband.

Two Poems  photo
January 30, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Sophie Jennis

If I put on my socks from
seventh grade
if I told you I was made
of strawberry filling would you

Love Songs, Berlin photo
January 29, 2019 | Nonfiction

Love Songs, Berlin

Ashley Moore

I don’t want to lead you on: this is not a love song. More of a reply to the note you did not write to the Dear Ashley column that also does not exist. 

To The Boy Who Escaped To College And Left Me With A Ring photo
January 29, 2019 | Fiction

To The Boy Who Escaped To College And Left Me With A Ring

Marvin Shackelford

I took to wearing your ring again because everybody likes dealing with a woman who’s married. They want a winner.

w/ a poor understanding of language  photo
January 28, 2019 | Poetry

w/ a poor understanding of language 

Christina Firl

"Intake" and "Progress"

The Treasure Hunt  photo
January 28, 2019 | Fiction

The Treasure Hunt 

Dakota Canon

You empty your bank account of the $1,326 and sink it all into Facebook advertisements.

Betty Ford Said That Dance Was Her Happiness: an interview with Lisa McCubbin  photo
January 25, 2019 | Interview

Betty Ford Said That Dance Was Her Happiness: an interview with Lisa McCubbin 

Elizabeth Ellen

The great thing about Betty and Rosalynn Carter working together was showing the world how to find common ground even when coming from different political stances. We could use a lot more of that right now.

"Cat People Run, Run Like the Wind, Cat People Screw, Screw Like the Wind” (Neely) photo
January 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

"Cat People Run, Run Like the Wind, Cat People Screw, Screw Like the Wind” (Neely)

Sean Kilpatrick

Many a novel today is a screenplay with feelings. 

Blindness photo
January 25, 2019 | Fiction


Tyler McAndrew

Mike and Miriam lay in bed and pretended to be blind, eyes closed, gently touching each others' faces. It was something they had seen in a movie, maybe.

The Parts of An Arrow* photo
January 24, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Parts of An Arrow*

Nichole Rued

When we were five or six, well before that shot, we walked together in those woods. It was fall and we had just touched, for the first time that I can remember, in his room, under blankets. They were either 101 Dalmatians or Power Rangers-themed

The Tension photo
January 24, 2019 | Poetry

The Tension

Leisha Douglas


Sliced peach cool

under fresh yoghurt,

steaming creamy coffee,

the slow, dark wake of an October... more

First Inhabitants photo
January 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

First Inhabitants

Amanda Yanowski

After high school, I moved from Minnesota to Texas. Average annual number of Tornados in Minnesota: 41.9. Average annual number of tornados in Texas: 146.7. 

Slugmaster photo
January 23, 2019 | Fiction


Natalie Villacorta

I want Paula to feel the pain I’ve felt, the pain of being left behind, and not by someone who has died, which would be less painful, in my opinion. Because when someone leaves you in life, they’re still out there; they just have a new life you’re not a part of.

Swimming photo
January 22, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour


Amy Stuber

I’m a white middle-aged mom driving through a mainly white college town listening to a now-dead Jewish hip-hop artist whose video for “Self-Care,” released right around the time of his death featured him trapped in a coffin. I’m older now than I’ve ever been. Obviously. Who cares.

Three poems  photo
January 22, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems 

Marcia Arrieta

fire inherent spectrum


the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the... more

Get Behind Me, Seitan Bacon photo
January 21, 2019 | Fiction

Get Behind Me, Seitan Bacon

Kyle T. Armstrong

did I know that we’re making global warming worse by eating beef because cow farts heal the ozone layer

Desire Lines photo
January 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

Desire Lines

Dina L. Relles

1. We are young and we snake through synagogue back hallways. Play truth or dare. Seven minutes in heaven. Stay away from the sanctuary.

Chocolate Eggs photo
January 18, 2019 | Fiction

Chocolate Eggs

Teresa Milbrodt

Tomorrow he will crash from the sugar buzz. I will not look at him with eyes that suggest I told you so, which is part of love. 

Two Poems  photo
January 17, 2019 |

Two Poems 

Amalie Kwassman

The New Rules for a Brooklyn Neighborhood 


I thought home was like

the word water. You would... more

Along With the Memory photo
January 16, 2019 | Poetry

Along With the Memory

Ana Cottle


along with the memory


The height of fall.  The streets are buried in leaves.  Morning is rising.  Red-tinged shadows... more

Making Babies photo
January 16, 2019 | Fiction

Making Babies

Michael Putnam

If we add three points to Athleticism, we have three left to spend on our son. We already have 8 points toward Intelligence. Virtue is a 7, Athleticism would be an 8 if we add those last three. 

Two Poems  photo
January 15, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Yasmine Eve Lucas


How great must a shock be to determine X number of years? We go to therapists to answer... more

Behind a Dime photo
January 14, 2019 |

Behind a Dime

Juliet Barney

My alcoholic uncle, Bill, was pacing back and forth across the five by five foot living room, asking where his beer was. His beer was wearing a new koozie that had a hood and zipped up like a real sweatshirt.

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Playing Time photo
January 11, 2019 | Dispatches

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Playing Time

Alyssa Oursler

As teenagers, my friends and I spent Friday nights driving backroads, throwing soda cans at street signs. The wind... more

At My Husband's Funeral photo
January 11, 2019 | Fiction

At My Husband's Funeral

Hannah Grieco

At my husband’s funeral, we drank Moscow Mules. I served them in copper mugs, just like you’re supposed to, and everyone thought it was adorable and heartfelt. 

Two Poems  photo
January 10, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Cassie Garison

Reverse Invocation 

To the god of thresholds: for is it not
tradition to call upon a... more

dogged night  photo
January 9, 2019 | Poetry

dogged night 

JoAnna Novak

dogged night

the moon is black

or green i go

a little nuts

flaying flowers

from the brocade

i cord the stems

&... more

The Full Knausgaard: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 6 photo
January 8, 2019 | My Struggle with My Struggle

The Full Knausgaard: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 6

Andrew Bomback

I started reading My Struggle in the spring of 2014. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but... more

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