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500 Words on Immortality  photo
September 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

500 Words on Immortality 

Dimitry Saïd Chamy

Only 498 words remain. So, let's turn to death.

The Contest  photo
September 27, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Contest 

Margaret Sherwin

From the time I was seven until I started taking Seroquel, an anti-psychotic, I had this unending feeling of doom.  ‘My go to’, be that of death.

Three Poems photo
September 26, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems

Fiona Helmsley

I kept my thoughts about Bitchface Becky to myself

 but then Beyoncé did something magical

Four Poems  photo
September 25, 2019 | Poetry

Four Poems 

Kamden Hilliard

Very Crowded Bar but Ain’t No1 Make Their Way to the ICC yet?

Fell sorrow’s small intestine ;... more

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon photo
September 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon

Sarah Broussard Weaver

Our waitress bustles around smiling a strangely huge smile for this boring work night. My boyfriend Nick and I don’t follow football and weren’t invited to any parties, and since most Texans are either holding or attending parties the place is pretty deserted. After the waitress brings our waters she follows her normal script and asks if we want to try a signature TGI Fridays drink, but her eyes keep dancing to the bar behind us.

Delete All Future Events  photo
September 24, 2019 | Fiction

Delete All Future Events 

Brian Bartels

Perhaps we are simply trying to figure out how to stay inside a relationship – our relationship – and figure out how to physically exit the space we currently inhabit and enter another. 

Two Poems  photo
September 23, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Carlo Matos


It’s a child’s color                        or it should be             tasting like early... more

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System photo
September 21, 2019 | My First...

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System

David Armand

My wife and kids and I are driving around in New Orleans, not too far from where I spent the first... more

‘Getting Cancelled Means You Are Permanently Working Class’: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Brian Allen Carr photo
September 20, 2019 | Interview

‘Getting Cancelled Means You Are Permanently Working Class’: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Brian Allen Carr

Elizabeth Ellen

When I was younger, if you had a hard time following rules, you became an artist.

Now, if you have a hard time following rules, you become an entrepreneur.

People in the literary world follow rules the most.

Quick Stop photo
September 20, 2019 | Fiction

Quick Stop

Christina Drill

I was seventeen, so he was a man — had I been older, maybe not.

Abierto photo
September 20, 2019 | Poetry


Rafael E. Gonzalez


What you came here to witness
is my body laying sideways,

                asking you between chuckles,
                “Baby, can... more

Life Selector: You Take Control photo
September 19, 2019 | Fiction

Life Selector: You Take Control

Sasha Graybosch

Show her face to the camera. Put your finger in her mouth.

Midwestern Strange: An Interview with B.J. Hollars photo
September 19, 2019 | Interview

Midwestern Strange: An Interview with B.J. Hollars

Dorothy Chan

From a Wisconsin "Dogman," to a 400-pound giant turtle, to Martians that serve pancakes, B.J.... more

Three Poems  photo
September 18, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Brody Parrish Craig

Bible | Vers

Top to Bottom | scan my profile | For Christ’s Sake | Sing Jesus’ Name | I gospel... more

The Red Table photo
September 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Red Table

Kelly Hevel

I felt as cold and empty as that body lying in that casket lined with fabric smooth and silky white, so different from what usually cradled my grandma’s skin, those soft, oft-washed dresses always topped with a floral apron.

Letter Home from Hyperspace #2 photo
September 17, 2019 | Poetry

Letter Home from Hyperspace #2

Zoë Ryder White

There’s a song in my figurative head 
that I can’t shake loose. 
When I was a body, 
I did so many things with my... more

neighbors photo
September 17, 2019 | Fiction


Aliceanna Stopher

Here is your neighbor, blood forking from her nose, catching on her lip. 

Coming Home photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Coming Home

Suvi Mahonen

05:05 am. My eyes open. A faint pearly blade of light squeezing past the blind. The distant metallic scrape of a moving tram.   

Two Poems photo
September 16, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sebastian Hasani Paramo

Portrait of Boy Refusing His Father's Music

The kids talk about Posh Spice. 
They sing Top 40... more

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding

nooks krannie

i’ve never attended a wedding and i wasn’t going to start now. my muscles were aching and my jaw was carrying a million bees, terrorizing the sides of my ears and throat. 

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer photo
September 14, 2019 | My First...

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer

Cordelia Wilks

By the time the keys were in my eager teenaged hand, this car had been through some shit. Even ignoring the holes burned into the driver’s-side door, the missing half of the left side mirror, and the warped, discolored metal down the rest of the vehicle, the car was 13 years old already, and it looked it.

The Bottom of the Order: Snap, Go, Fling photo
September 13, 2019 | The Bottom of the Order

The Bottom of the Order: Snap, Go, Fling

Andrew Forbes

The cherry and strawberry seasons have passed; the apples are reddening. Only a few games remain. A Pit Spitter lays down a bunt, and the runner on third crashes in: a perfect suicide squeeze.

The Worshipping Beast photo
September 13, 2019 | Poetry

The Worshipping Beast

Brian Clifton

All that whimpers isn’t want.

One spring, I pulled
a reed from an oboe.
I planted it by a pond. 
Instantly, it... more

Layover photo
September 12, 2019 | Nonfiction


Paige Thomas

There is snow that falls like a snake. It comes from the sky hissing and finds a bush to hide beneath. The leaves on the branches of the River... more

You Cannot Save Here photo
September 12, 2019 | Poetry

You Cannot Save Here

Anthony Moll

Morning gets angry and destroys a city
not New York, too obvious, but suppose
it’s on the coast. Suppose we’re the first to... more

Kids photo
September 11, 2019 | Fiction


Andrea Ruggirello

When the men came and dug us up to make way for the next crop, it took a sharp tug or two to free our limbs from where they were entangled with the earth

Paper Wasps photo
September 10, 2019 | Fiction

Paper Wasps

Joseph Worthen

He’s soaked in sweat already and all he’s done is drive. He must know what they are here to find.

Trendsetter  photo
September 10, 2019 | Nonfiction


Ryan Matthews

“Well, just be careful you don’t get caught with your pants down at the wrong kinda toilet.”

September 9, 2019 | Poetry


Amie Whittemore

                             in response to a student evaluation for a science fiction class, Fall 2018

Student, it’s true—I prefer... more

Egg Face photo
September 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Egg Face

Hea-Ream Lee

Sometimes I want to take the industrial strength green Korean loofah, my sandpapery mitten, and just scrub at my face until huge chunks of flesh tear away and roll into brown fleshy noodles and fall to the floor. Afterwards, I won’t be bloody and flayed, all raw nerve endings and hamburger meat, I’ll be smooth as a peeled egg, soft and firm and pliant to the touch.