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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

January 31, 2019 | Fiction

Transit

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. 

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

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. 

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.

January 28, 2019 | Poetry

w/ a poor understanding of language 

Christina Firl

"Intake" and "Progress"

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.

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.

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. 

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

January 24, 2019 | Poetry

The Tension

Leisha Douglas

THE TENSION

Sliced peach cool

under fresh yoghurt,

steaming creamy coffee,

the slow, dark wake of an October morning.

Difficult to pull myself

away from comfort and

the waves of

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. 

January 23, 2019 | Fiction

Slugmaster

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.

January 22, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems 

Marcia Arrieta

fire inherent spectrum

 

the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the alphabet

a horizon infused revolution imagine the light the door in the mountain

stitches of time

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.

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. 

January 17, 2019 |

Two Poems 

Amalie Kwassman

The New Rules for a Brooklyn Neighborhood 

 

I thought home was like

the word water. You would never

let go of it. When I walk on the street

in my part of Brooklyn, I step over

beer

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 extend over the green, crunchy carpets.  The air took on its own

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. 

January 15, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Yasmine Eve Lucas

MEASUREMENTS

How great must a shock be to determine X number of years? We go to therapists to answer such questions. To be told: shock of nth degree yields so many years. Powers on which to

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.

January 11, 2019 |

"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 would be cold, the music would be loud, and sometimes, a can would bounce back and

January 10, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Cassie Garison

Reverse Invocation 
 

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

with a voice crackling like the lull
of aged leaves, of a petal shifted

by wind. To the

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

& swallow the steak

tenderloin

January 8, 2019 |

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 I was excited about the prospect of being totally immersed in someone else’s world, and I was curious as

January 7, 2019 | Fiction

Stretch Marks

Tyler Sones

Larry didn’t try to talk to me, but whenever the silence got too thick, he would squeeze my knee or knead my shoulder. I was pretty fucked up on cold medicine, and it felt like he was grabbing a hold of my bones.

January 7, 2019 | Poetry

Hollowing in Three Parts

Janika Oza

Hollowing in Three Parts

 

 

1

Although it’s the last day of September and the talons of winter have taken hold and although between the two of you you’ve lost sixty-five pounds in the

January 4, 2019 | Fiction

Growth

Daniel Paisner

It starts like this: Hirsch leans over the sandwich board at the P&S Lunch just after the rush and feels faint.  A little touch of the queezywheezies, says Pinskey. Lie down for a little, says

January 4, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Adriane Quinlan

America

The radio is on a pledge drive

and living in America

is starting to feel like staying 

in the bad hotel.

Nothing to hear but selling

or silence. I’m thinking of the

January 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

References to Alcoholic Drinking in My Grandfather’s WWII Diary

Elizabeth Ellen

June 1, 1944 –  Squadron party. Real whiskey, but didn’t get too hi – just happy. Met a W.A.F. (Women Air Force) & we talked English history.