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January 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

You Against You

James Yates

If Clubber Lang just chilled out, he would’ve been in Rocky’s corner, too.

January 30, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 4: "Sinkhole"

Josh Sippie

“Foresee this, I did not,” Yoda commiserated. But he knew what he had to do. He just didn’t know if he could do it. 

January 29, 2020 | Poetry

I Would Be a Better Woman If I Were Dumber or Nicer

Carrie Murphy

People are always saying...

January 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Kind of Miracle

Evan Senie

Marlon, breath puffing out in the cool morning air, says to no one that if the students cry, he will cry too. This isn’t a process you want to see again through new eyes.

January 27, 2020 | Poetry

Go Big or Go Home

Michael Meyerhofer

Here come the ones who chose / the second option...

January 26, 2020 |

New York Strange, vol. 1

Caits Meissner

January 25, 2020 |

My First Porn Video 

Adeniyi Ademoroti

You would have believed on the screen was where my attention stayed.

January 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Derrick Austin

"Letter to Brandon" and "Poem for Julián"

January 23, 2020 | Poetry

Nativity Scene

Josh Tvrdy

After I jack off to hardcore gay porn...

January 23, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Problem of Vertigo

Elizabeth Horneber

Recently, I told my mother that I used to climb out of the bathroom window in the upstairs and crawl out onto the chimney ledge, where one slip of the ankle, knee, wrist, and I would have fallen three stories onto cement. Perhaps it began as another peace offering—I was trying to amuse her.

January 22, 2020 | Poetry

First Prize

Ottavia Silvestri

curly like a / shiba inu's tail...

January 19, 2020 |

Up North: Hummingbird

Crystal S. Gibbins

January 18, 2020 |

My First Real Sneakers

Christian Aguiar

There was no way you could have a pair of Nikes and get clowned.

January 17, 2020 | Fiction

Touch

Laura Huey Chamberlain

By now I have learned that sometimes, as Tricia pummels away at the backs of my thighs, I can tolerate a memory or two of George.

January 16, 2020 | Poetry

Having Been Called Dirt

Joe Betz

the water's instant when still...

January 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pink

Tammy Delatorre

There was a yearning in me for her soft whiteness, which went powdery pink in her most private of places.

January 14, 2020 | Poetry

All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

Alec Prevett

I want to be remembered like this: taut...

January 14, 2020 | Fiction

AirBnB (St. Louis)

Sean Ennis

Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?

January 9, 2020 | Fiction

Yvonne

Ciera Burch

“Yvonne?” she called out. 

January 6, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alex Manley

"Brooklyn Roof" and "Querying"

January 6, 2020 | Fiction

duckrabbit

Alyssa Quinn

when encountering the duckrabbit ... 

January 5, 2020 |

Making Weight (pt. 3)

Denny Connolly

Previously on...
Part 2  ||  Part 1  ||  Prologue

 

 

 

January 1, 2020 | Fiction

Invasion

Dan Stintzi

By the time he’d arrived at the Atwell Park Summer Solstice Festival, Bill Hannan was so high he mistook one of the paper lanterns hanging from the red-lit oak tree at the center of the park for the moon.