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Blindness photo
January 25, 2019 | Fiction

Blindness

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

THE TENSION

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

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.

Swimming photo
January 22, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Swimming

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

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. 

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

Two Poems  photo
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... 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

Stretch Marks photo
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.

Hollowing in Three Parts photo
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... more

Growth photo
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... more

Two Poems  photo
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... more

References to Alcoholic Drinking in My Grandfather’s WWII Diary photo
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.

The Delivery photo
January 3, 2019 | Fiction

The Delivery

Erik Raschke

Ivan told me that the minute you step off the plane in America they hand you money. I keep waiting for someone to hand me money. No one has handed me money.

Two Poems photo
January 2, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sara Mae

Ja

I keep writing about orgasms as crying & then I think about that.
I spent too much money on... more

Jeff Buckley  photo
January 1, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Jeff Buckley 

Darby Cashed

I’m at Guitar Center to buy a Fender. I run through the metal heads doing their best Guitar Hero impressions to the only white Telecaster hanging on the wall.

An Interview With Eva Hagberg Fisher photo
January 1, 2019 | Interview

An Interview With Eva Hagberg Fisher

Haley Sherif

Eva Hagberg Fisher's forthcoming book (out next week) How To Be Loved figuratively fell in my lap. I was at coffee with a friend, saying I needed a new book to read, but I needed that book to be about recovery because I just needed to be heard and understood, and lo and behold, my inbox pinged.