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November 4, 2019 | Poetry

Dean Young

Justin Jannise

I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your turtle is dead.
You failed to mention it and I failed

November 1, 2019 | Interview

Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan

Elle Nash

...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...

October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Black Dirt

Harris Lahti

The grass here is incessant.

October 31, 2019 | Fiction

The Earth Just Kept On Going

Jon Doyle

A deep hole.

October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Strictly Horror

Emily Howorth

It wasn’t my fault we started talking.

October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Oakland by Night

Laur A. Freymiller

Ess saw it first at 2:03 AM.

October 31, 2019 | Fiction

The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine

Helen McClory

Do you remember this one?

October 30, 2019 | Poetry

The Others

Justin Runge

One of us photographs...

October 28, 2019 | Poetry

two truths & my childhood

Amy Saul-Zerby

the fact that i love cats...

October 25, 2019 | Poetry

2 Poems

Daniel Torday

I believe with perfect faith in the perfect expectation that no matter where I am my iPhone will have access to the internet via Wi-Fi or at least 3G.

October 25, 2019 | Nonfiction


Tom McAllister

Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.

October 22, 2019 |


Kent Kosack

The song on repeat, singing to Scout, for some reason stranded, standing on the patio table, dead-center, like a reanimated roast, and my father, drunk and shirtless, passed out in a pile of mulch in the yard.

October 21, 2019 | Poetry

San Francisco Municipal Bus Routes 43 & 38R

Steven Duong

July yawns. Flashes its grills...

October 19, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Sharp Edge of the Crayon

Anna Laird Barto

At last our molars burst forth from the gum and we emerged from the rose-colored womb of our first grade classroom.

October 17, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

James Davis

"Faith" and "Arcade-Scented Candle"

October 16, 2019 | Fiction


Cassie Mannes Murray

It was cloudy most days.

October 15, 2019 | Poetry

Poem at Ten

Tamer Sa’id Mostafa

It is late, mid-July...

October 15, 2019 |

The Replacements

Remy Barnes

I hope you’re still unsatisfied. I hope you’re keeping your nose clean. 

October 14, 2019 | Fiction

Bird In Love

Kelsey Ipsen

When it is morning morning I dress myself in nice human clothes. I am ready to leave the garden, but I do not leave the garden.

October 11, 2019 |


Sean Kilpatrick

Baby’s first ethics class shouldn’t be the media

October 11, 2019 | Poetry

from Knock It Off

Tara Boswell-Ramirez

When your father and I found out you were a boy I remembered the time in my early twenties a co-worker at my first restaurant job invited me out for a drink with the crew after our shift. He drove me

October 10, 2019 | Nonfiction


Marlene Olin

A vacation, after all, is just geography.

October 9, 2019 | Poetry

angel a.m.

Louis Packard

soju smooch...

October 8, 2019 |


Sean Gill

There’s a complex mythology to this album, one that plunges the BÖC back catalogue into a cauldron of secret histories and magick mirrors and extraterrestrial visitors.

October 7, 2019 | Poetry


Lillian Sickler

in the poem ava wrote, the one...

October 4, 2019 | Fiction

We’re Required to Do These Things Just as Salmon Swim Upstream

Carling Berkhout

Do us in quick, I begged, do me easy.

October 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Soy La Teacher

Myriam Gurba


October 3, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Emily Blair

"The Hen Who Pecked Her Children to Death" and "I Take My Partner to a Wedding"

October 3, 2019 | Nonfiction


Courtney Cook

Dear              ,
I’m sorry that on your birthday you lost all your money gambling while I made $250.

October 2, 2019 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: I Hope Your Parents Are Proud

Joseph Horton

We have not seen Mark for the rest of the season, confirming my steadfast belief that he was either a criminal masquerading as an employee or an employee who was immediately fired once his conduct towards an Access Member and celebrated Hobart columnist was discovered.