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Three Poems  photo
December 30, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Dujie Tahat

salat to define the terms of ritual

               [adhan]

A calling, a culling, a... more

Two Micros  photo
December 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

Two Micros 

Dina L. Relles

"with sky as ceiling, / ground as home, / we can call the stranger / lover / and the earth / ours / at least for a little while." 

No Ducks Were Harmed in the Writing of this Poem photo
December 27, 2019 | Poetry

No Ducks Were Harmed in the Writing of this Poem

Daniel Paul

I dreamed we were in a department store trying to buy you shoes.

Hot Sand In My Mouth: A Found Piece from Craigslist photo
December 27, 2019 | Fiction

Hot Sand In My Mouth: A Found Piece from Craigslist

p.e. garcia

This was months ago. April, maybe May. The weather was foggy. So was my brain. I saw you again in... more

People Like Me Don’t Live A Long Time photo
December 26, 2019 | Nonfiction

People Like Me Don’t Live A Long Time

Steve Anwyll

Take a percocet at around 4:30pm.

Eat a large weed cookie, drink 1 750ml can of beer and then 3 pints between 6:30pm and 10:00pm.

The White, White Light of It photo
December 26, 2019 | Fiction

The White, White Light of It

Kirsten Larson

"You won’t let me love you, so I am loving this plant,” he says.

Pectorals photo
December 23, 2019 | Fiction

Pectorals

Matt Boyarsky

We do Christmas Eve at our mom’s.

I’ve never seen Die Hard …  photo
December 23, 2019 | Fiction

I’ve never seen Die Hard … 

Jiordan Castle

I want to say, Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker, and mean it.

A Pretty Good Cowboy photo
December 23, 2019 | Fiction

A Pretty Good Cowboy

Megan Premo

People used to tell my father they looked alike, he and Bruce, and I suppose it was true.

This Mom I Know photo
December 21, 2019 | Fiction

This Mom I Know

Lisa Lerner

Betty's son Jonah is convulsing in the kitchen and there are fifty ways he could die.

Three Poems  photo
December 20, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Dustin Pearson

My Brother’s Two Screams 

I heard two screams from my bedroom. Outside,
my brother had killed... more

Three Poems  photo
December 19, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Nora Claire Miller

NAME LIKE A GIRL

I am a girl named older. I get in the way
of my own sleeping. Not being... more

Flash Paper photo
December 19, 2019 | Nonfiction

Flash Paper

Ashley Anderson

The more I read, the more about voices made sense.  Women’s voices.  The ways in which mine always seemed to stand out, too loud, against the quiet whispers of those around me.

Ceres in the Uncreation photo
December 18, 2019 | Poetry

Ceres in the Uncreation

Anne Barngrover

I tried to write a warning
                            in chaste trees and pumpkin vines:
the worst men of our lives will... more

New Decay photo
December 18, 2019 | Fiction

New Decay

Cassidy McFadzean

He tells me I have a lot of fear. He tells me I have a lot of hurt. He says someone really did a number on me, that I’m a really hurt person. 

Biscuits  photo
December 17, 2019 | Nonfiction

Biscuits 

D. Nolan Jefferson

You preheat your oven to 425°F before measuring out two and one third cups of self-rising flour into a glass Pyrex bowl. White Lily is the best though it can be hard to find outside of the south and is worth tracking down. It’s milled from a soft winter wheat, and with it your biscuits puff up into soft, light pillows that literally melt in your mouth.

Two Poems  photo
December 17, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Miguel Murphy

Chōshū

In the courtyard, 
1867. 
The last heir,

black-haired and naked
before... more

Karina photo
December 17, 2019 | Fiction

Karina

Caroline Knecht

I was in my third year of high school and I felt apocalyptic. Mine was a violent kind of nihilism. I spent a lot of time seething.

Here is longing photo
December 16, 2019 | Poetry

Here is longing

Sanna Wani

here is my chest here is where I remember longing has not visited me in a long time longing who I let inside me longing who I let cut... more

I Threw in an Extra Fuck  photo
December 13, 2019 | Poetry

I Threw in an Extra Fuck 

Leah Umansky

                     for virginia

I threw in an extra fuck because it’s spring

I threw in an extra fuck because the long... more

Instant Legend photo
December 13, 2019 | Fiction

Instant Legend

Kevin M. Kearney

"He’s trying to tell you that he’s cool,” Jay said. “He’d probably buy us beer.”

Ghosts in Empty Houses photo
December 12, 2019 | Poetry

Ghosts in Empty Houses

Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Ghosts remove fishhooks from animal bodies
in the desolation outside an empty house.

Somewhere between a fortress &... more

Instagram Intimacy  photo
December 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Instagram Intimacy 

Lyndsay Hall

Every twenty-something in Los Angeles has a comedian friend. In late winter, mine invited me to his show in Culver City with a foolproof pitch: no cover, no drink minimum, nearby parking.

TWO POEMS  photo
December 11, 2019 | Poetry

TWO POEMS 

Simone Person

To the White Woman in Dayton, Ohio Holding an I ONLY SUCK BLACK DICK Sign at the Counter-Protest to a... more

Prepared photo
December 11, 2019 | Fiction

Prepared

Carla Sarett

I guess Steve felt if we were "together-together," I'd watch every film he liked, hang on his every word, which I didn't even do for my husband who wasn't passionate about anything.

This Must Be The Place  photo
December 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

This Must Be The Place 

Emily O'Neill

There’s no room that’s mine. This thought occurred to me plenty as a child, but it was a fact without any emotion attached. I think about it especially when I watch house hunting shows: what a wish list looks like for people who get to choose where they live on purpose.

Leg Warmer photo
December 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Leg Warmer

Jaya Wagle

The first time a boy accidently touches your leg you are fourteen—

TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME photo
December 6, 2019 | Poetry

TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME

Joanna C. Valente

i don't know how to manage time
the same way i manage my 
body

away from men
and... more

Sticky  photo
December 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Sticky 

Hope Henderson

I had anted up already: pics in the too-small bikini top he liked, back arched in his favorite Brazilian-cut bottoms. Did you just take these for me? he asked. By your mid-30s, romance is infinite regress. Or infinite repeat. Or just infinite, like Groundhog Day, or samsara. I don’t reuse sexts! I replied. This is romantic. We understand this is romantic. It is, in fact, romantic to take pictures just for him.

 

A Brief History of Motivations photo
December 4, 2019 | Poetry

A Brief History of Motivations

Jenny Irish

The predominant inquisitor of women accused of witchcraft, it is theorized, was a sadist with acousticophilia: a... more