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March 4, 2019 | Poetry

Meg Johnson, Bitch

Meg Johnson

All the Meg Johnsons
would like to kill me

March 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Septic

Andrew Waite

Sitting still can be tough on a body, just as the shifting earth, and plunging and thawing temperatures can be hard on a pipe.

March 3, 2019 |

Misery Lights

Corey Oglesby

March 2, 2019 | Fiction

Napkin of Death Metal

Melissa Ragsly

Jeanette has gotten many notes in bars before. Many men have spoken to her too. 

March 1, 2019 |

"Talkin' Bout Practice": for coach

Alyssa Oursler

The world does not write enough odes
to in-betweenness—the way you can be
together / feel apart / apart / feel together.
In a room of dozens, in a city of millions,
the mashing of MacBook keys

March 1, 2019 | Fiction

Zuckerburg

Gabriel Smith

My sister called me the morning after that dream to tell me that the family cat was dying. It was the last cat that was still alive from the time I had lived with my parents.