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September 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Magic Booth

Chris J. Bahnsen

My father’s disjointed rage has shocked him—I’ve seen that look before. He no longer draws from his beer even as Dad tilts his own way up.

September 4, 2019 | Poetry

Cultured Meat Pastoral

Lucian Mattison

Goats and cows’ dreams have little pull yet. Cheese
is still cheese, piston driven milkers likely painful. The future
of sirloin strips it of skin, legs, bones, grown without 

the cortex of

September 3, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Rosebud Ben-Oni

                                                           {All I Wanted Was Everything}

You say you know the reason why Archimedes

September 3, 2019 |

No One Has Ever Been Raptured

Jo Barchi

Her head is hung in anguish. She has opened the window. She is telling Satan to leave our house. She is upset with us.

September 2, 2019 | Nonfiction

Nearing 40

Peter Witte

I am no longer youthful, but not quite middle aged either. Traces of a younger me are present, though fading.

September 1, 2019 |

Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Hoopleheads: pt. 6

Kevin Mahler

Read Kevin Mahler's Introduction to his ongoing 6-part "Portrait Series Paralleling Characters in HBO’s Deadwood with Contemporaneous Pop Country Musicians," and check out previous parts 1 and 2 and

August 30, 2019 | Fiction

Floating Feet

Amy Rowland

I always knew I would wash up on an island.

August 27, 2019 | Fiction

Blotches and Blurs

Kevin Tasker

When I was thirty I found my birth mom. I’d written her letters but never sent them.

August 26, 2019 | Fiction

Dinosaur Justice

Aurora Nibley

This is a frontier town. Means it’s small. 

Now, if the frontier was moving forward, like they do sometimes, our town might get bigger, but that ain’t happened for nigh on eighty years and I don’t

August 26, 2019 |

Sometimes He Calms the Storm

Jessica Forcier

I had no brothers or sisters, so I received a single white envelope. I took my time opening it. I watched as those around me opened theirs. One of my friends started crying. Breathing deeply, I read mine.

August 23, 2019 | Poetry

Two poems

Christopher Citro

It Worked Out a Way to Survive

The Venus he gave me ate another daddy
longlegs. They were still wiggling when I
watered it this afternoon. It's a cruel world
he texted me last month but it's

August 23, 2019 | Fiction

A Meeting Of The Society Of Adult Men Who Have Lost Their Fathers 

Robert John Miller

They gather in the basement to weep together like the boys they are.

August 21, 2019 | Poetry

Put a Fork in It

Mureall Hebert

We ate dinner with our heads down masticated silence Mom slathered hot sauce on everything including Dad’s words and the ones he didn’t say lips spraying consonants vowels dribbling down his chin i

August 20, 2019 |

King Princess, "Make My Bed"

Kaitlyn Herndon

I’ve started to clench my teeth before falling asleep. 

August 19, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Tommy O’Rourke


Hello. This is my body. 
It makes me terrible. 
Someone opens it regularly.
It is opened regularly. 
I am always the same thing: 
what’s missing.

Make a sentence

August 16, 2019 |

Uncommon Prayer

Julia Dixon Evans

He was super into God. He was super into church. And he was super into me

August 15, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Julia Lattimer

Precarious Poem

I’m craigslisting again and this time, 
I’m in Portland hanging plants

next to windows, snaking 
vines around the glass, framing the outside

green in green. In

August 15, 2019 | Fiction


Merridawn Duckler

There was a Help Wanted sign at the florists. I had a car, so I walked in and applied. This was a time in my life when I’d decided anyone could do anything. In other words, I was an artist.

August 15, 2019 | Poetry

But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end 

Jeremiah Moriarty

after Britney Spears

The camera pans—is this still
Mars? Oops. Gloss-

lip. Oops. Long-lashed eyes
gazing between the scraps.

Guttural purr. Oops I.
Did. It. Again. White girl

August 13, 2019 |

Blood on the Tracks

Mark Koepke

When I was young, I never kept a journal. Instead, my understanding of the world—and myself within in it—got wound up in 500-plus battered tapes that have followed me through life.

August 13, 2019 | Interview

Empathy in the Usual Way: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Amanda Goldblatt

Elizabeth Ellen

"Honestly, I don't care if language overtakes story." 

August 9, 2019 |

The Bottom of the Order: Your 2003 Detroit Tigers

Andrew Forbes

The thing I can't wrap my head around, when it comes to the 2003 Detroit Tigers, is what it must have been like to show up to work every day. What must it have taken, as the losses mounted – up to and

August 9, 2019 | Poetry


Rebecca Cross

I was standing in line for a movie and a movie played in my head.
I was standing in line for a movie and the movie I was waiting to see strode through the lobby and out the front door.
I was

August 7, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Justin Lacour

Dear Naomi,

Please find enclosed some clippings from the local fishwrapper.  I’ve underlined the juicy parts in blue pencil.  It’s complete kleptocracy down here.  You were right to leave.  I can’t

August 6, 2019 |

Willis Alan Ramsey

Avery Gregurich

Most nights I would take communion with Willis Alan Ramsey, a one trick pony like me, but I hadn’t even run yet.

August 5, 2019 | Poetry

New Hue

Caitlin Barasch

You need to know
the world used to be softer.
This new color sharpens & blinds.

When it arrived,
people crashed their cars,
stumbled hands over retinas & then
over ledges,

August 3, 2019 |

My First Weapon

Laura Todd Carns

My first boyfriend collected knives. He was the kind of boy who listened to Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne, who liked to draw superheroes and werewolves, and was drawn to darkness and violence with the

August 1, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems

Claire Denson

Amoral Impurity

Picking at ingrown
pubes on the porch swing
in the sun on the first
summery day of May 
and the dogs reach up to lick
my cooch. This is not 
the first time today I’ve

July 31, 2019 | Poetry

I get sick

Lee Patterson

I vomit discretion, magic tricks, a glass ashtray. I take a break
from vomiting & light a bottle rocket.


July 30, 2019 | Fiction

The End

Josh Denslow

That morning, I rolled over with the intention of apologizing. I'd meant everything I'd said, but none of it was enough for me to end anything. It was the hazards of a relationship; I had to decide if I was losing myself or becoming better.