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June 8, 2019 |

The Bottom of the Order: Jim Beam

Andrew Forbes

I write this from a subterranean lair packed tight with things: books, CDs, LPs, cassettes, an old laptop or two, and a pile of baseball memorabilia. This is where I do my writing, on a desk among all

June 7, 2019 | Nonfiction

Hunger

Amber Taliancich

I didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d last eaten. I also knew he needed water.

June 6, 2019 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 3: "Home"

Josh Sippie

“Hm,” Yoda grunted, considering the foyer, it’s openness, how exposed he was, and what he could do about it. “Hm,” he grunted again.

June 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

When The Conditions Are Right For Looking 

N. Michelle AuBuchon

The last night of the trip, you stay with one of his friends in Vallecitos, New Mexico.  

June 5, 2019 | Poetry

Surgery Dream (Euphoria) 

Duncan Slagle

When my mother built me
again, she did not wait for sobs

to pass. She left clasps undone
then wept in her bedroom.

I tried to reach for the gown
but my fingers mumbled back hair

into metal

June 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Sunlight

Juliana Crespo

Soon sunlight would be replaced by nighttime.  I felt this, the same way my grandma could feel the rain coming on.  

June 4, 2019 | Poetry

TWO POEMS 

Graham Barnhart

What's It Like?

           We have made unspeakable mean indescribable:
           it really means nasty.
                                   -Paul Fussell

You don’t mean nasty. You mean

June 3, 2019 | Fiction

Make and Model

Kent Kosack

He tells them, pays for the burgers and, as they drive to the mall, as if to encourage them, a general addressing his troops, he tells them about fights with broken bottles, about fighting the black kids because he was white, the Italian and Polish kids because he was Jewish, the rich kids because he was poor.

June 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

Idiot Box Hero

Maggie Dove

I don't notice anything when the television is on.  A bomb could go off in my kitchen and I wouldn't notice the wreckage until the next commercial break.

June 2, 2019 |

Making Weight (Prologue)

Denny Connolly

May 31, 2019 | Poetry

a constellation of stars fall from the sky

Tatiana Dolgushina

the man who touches you also touches
the other women of the city, this special
man who you chose to be your first man
even after you’ve met so many men who
wanted to know you as a woman

May 31, 2019 | Fiction

Too Long, Too Late

Justin Mundhenk

When I wasn’t on the road, I ate lunch at the diner just to watch Cathy polish the cutlery. 

May 30, 2019 | Interview

All Narrators Are Unlikeable: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Mary MIller

Elizabeth Ellen

Maybe ‘white trash American girl’ is a compliment over there?

May 30, 2019 |

The Diary of One Who Disappeared

Michael Mungiello

Like a punch. Like Margera. BAM.

The Brooklyn Academy of Music is smaller than the Met and cheaper than the Met ($28 versus $40). It forms a triangle between the Barclays Center and a huge Apple

May 30, 2019 | Fiction

In Preparation

Jake Shore

Well, at least we aren't just dead, she said.  

What?

At least we aren't dead, right?

Yeah. 

May 29, 2019 | Fiction

Cut the Cord!

Lindsey Godfrey Eccles

When our baby arrives I am feeling a funny mix of elation and terror – what have we done?

May 28, 2019 | Poetry

Influence

Edward Manzi

I will shake your hand now. Later maybe we will have drinks. 

May 28, 2019 |

Phoebe Snow

William Hawkins

My mother crooned “Poetry Man” in the car between errands and have-to-be’s as in, “We have to be home by six,” or, “You have to be at piano rehearsal at three thirty.”

May 27, 2019 | Fiction

If You Look Long Enough You’ll See It All

Kathryn McMahon

A woman at our airport gate is eating a box of powdered donut holes and not licking her lips. She is capable of licking her lips, I know this because only after she finishes exactly three donut holes

May 27, 2019 | Fiction

It Rained Laughter

Andrew Bertaina

Sometimes we’d see a slip of moon hung in velvety sky, and we’d find ourselves crying for no good reason, or maybe every reason that we could think of. 

May 26, 2019 |

Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Hoopleheads: pt. 1

Kevin Mahler

Bullock & Allan, Garret & Twain, Star & Paisley, Swearengen & Brooks, Tolliver & Dunn

May 26, 2019 |

Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Hoopleheads: An Introduction

Kevin Mahler

A Portrait Series Paralleling Characters in HBO’s Deadwood with Contemporaneous Pop Country Musician

May 26, 2019 |

One Page Stories for Children

Nelson Lloyd

May 25, 2019 |

My First CD: Now That's What I Call Music! (v.1)

Emily Costa

I was halfway to the Drew Barrymore/Gwen Stefani hybrid image of my dreams; a few more years, I thought, and I’ll work at the Coffee Beanery at the mall.

May 24, 2019 | Poetry

wardrobe

Ben Pelhan

every movie ever has big hard cocks. ass. tits. sorry, I meant porn. sometimes when I travel I listen to the radio. the songs make me think of you and I think of the shapes your mouth makes and I

May 24, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems

Kathryn Merwin

One Night We Drove Through Yellowstone

I dreamt of a white bear last night,

like the ones in the rainforests

of Alaska. Landlocked, we dreamt

of whispering to them, shaking off

one

May 24, 2019 |

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Ray Allen

Alyssa Oursler

The man I love who does not love me back sends me someone else’s tweet. The only text is a hashtag: Notre Dame. The video hasn’t loaded. A week before, the Notre Dame women’s basketball team made it

May 23, 2019 | Interview

Dirtbags Can Write Books: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Steve Anwyll

Elizabeth Ellen

If you were to sit down and watch an American beer commercial and then a Canadian one, they wouldn't be that different. Replace the eagle with a beaver. 

May 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

Before the Bell

Jasmin Aviva Sandelson

We know who has her period and who is still waiting. If a girl takes her backpack to the bathroom or sits pool-side in swim class, she has her period. So do the girls who—when they ask Can I go to the bathroom? and the teacher says, No—say But I really need to go.

May 23, 2019 | Fiction

Welfare, an excerpt 

Steve Anwyll

I only get twenty bucks that day. Trevor tells me to call him next week. He'll have some more work for me. But I never see him again. Or even hear his voice. I lose him number. Greaseback is never around. And then the phone gets cut off. I'm back to where I started.