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February 29, 2020 |

My First Edible

Dorothy Rice

I used to write in circles. Starting in the center.

February 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 4)

Madison Smartt Bell

Part 1 of 4
Part 2 of 4
Part 3 of 4

 

Apart from all these violent events, Raziel, De Kuff, and the other cult members have been moving between Jerusalem, Safed (site of the ancient

February 27, 2020 | Fiction

How to Get Crushed

Cara Dempsey

If you get this far, that means that things are all, more or less, going according to plan.

February 27, 2020 | Fiction

Faye, it’s a Present for Your Birthday by The Fourth Sad Boy

Andrew Tran

He was in love with his friend Faye, had known her since elementary school.

February 26, 2020 | Fiction

Baby Man

Linda Woolford

I was only doing what she asked:  Not listening. 

February 25, 2020 | Fiction

Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre

Jack Vening

The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.

February 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two poems

Alison Miller

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Wedding

1.    The bride was beautiful. 

2.    The bride was beautiful 
in the way brides are—
intricate updo, professional face.

3.    The first thing my

February 24, 2020 | Fiction

One Of Those Boys

Heather Domenicis

Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.

February 23, 2020 |

New York Strange, vol. 2

Caits Meissner

February 22, 2020 |

My First Apartment

Emma Brewer

The next day, I woke first and made French toast. I had a teenaged hangover, buzzing and giddy.

February 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 3)

Madison Smartt Bell

The story of religious mania and the story of political violence look very likely to converge on each other.  Having consciously elected the first, Lucas keeps being drawn, sometimes unwillingly, sometimes unwittingly, toward the other. Both feature his new inamorata, Sonia Barnes.

February 21, 2020 | Poetry

two poems

Lucy Rosenthal

Power Lines

Spring was coming to its sap-sticky end when
you were telling me something about how they carve out
tree branches to make room for power lines.

You were moving out of your house

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage

Ashton Carlile

There was something that she wished to start, and when she started it, she figured, her life would take on new meaning. But in this moment in time, she ate breakfast bars all hours of the day and worried about money.

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Anxiety Attack

Harrison Kim

I count the number of murderers in the class.

February 19, 2020 | Poetry

THREE POEMS

Savannah DiGregorio

swang

at night i sleep next to you, your skin balmy course. like grinded down sweetgum made smooth in the sweat of the mississippi delta summer. you tear and bend at my will. your spine disjoints

February 18, 2020 | Fiction

On the Morning of

Kara Moskowitz

Nick your shin shaving, stare idly at the blood coursing down your foot and down the drain, and maybe this is how you do it, empty out all your insides until your shapeless skin is all that’s left.

February 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Glassel Bridge

Katbug

There is a universe of existence we have no words for, and maybe that is why we sequester ourselves in naturally quarantined cities: fear of the unknown and unintelligible.

February 17, 2020 | Fiction

The Button

Zoe Messinger

I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.

February 17, 2020 | Poetry

three poems

Abigail Stallings

EMOTION CASINO

welcome to your life 
your face changes as you watch
outside the frame
among the distractions
you are right now
a body prone to emotion 
Google Maps 
attraction 
you never

February 16, 2020 |

Up North: Hiking the U.P.

Crystal S. Gibbins

February 15, 2020 |

My First Stuffed Animal: Leopard

Nicholas A. White

During our first few years together, Leopard went through the washing machine after I peed on him, many times.

February 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 2)

Madison Smartt Bell

If Lucas is the most obvious Bob Stone avatar in Damascus Gate, Adam De Kuff might also be a contender, sharing with his author an improperly managed mental illness (it’s made very plain that De Kuff has stopped taking his prescribed bipolar meds a long while back)

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

February 13, 2020 | Poetry

Textual joy

Stevie Belchak

I render a coin

for something 

I forgot

the sky 

scratching itself 

into decency

when I

wake up 

always rattling 

around

in my skin

a new aesthetic 

I

February 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

About a Million Joans

Gabe Montesanti

“How do I know if it’s right?” I wrote. “How did you know?” “I just knew,” she texted back. 

February 11, 2020 | Poetry

Two poems

Mag Gabbert

Rhinoceros 

          I don’t recommend mistaking everything for love but it’s been interesting 
          —Alex Dimitrov

there are wild elephants
in the country
wrote Marco

February 11, 2020 | Fiction

Seasons

Karin Killian

I have my tee already halfway over my head, blocking my eyes, when I feel a hand on my forearm, yanking me toward the other end of the field. “You can’t do that. Put it back on.”

February 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Difficult Trek with My Daughter

Rasheena Fountain

I ain’t supposed to know about these woods. But I did know the coyotes.

February 10, 2020 | Fiction

The Red Ones Come From Taillights

Erin Lyndal Martin

To be naked on the beach after a storm is something special—the salt and the petrichor and the hum of being unsettled that maybe the torrential rains caused damage, that maybe there were nearby ships that will never make it to harbor.

February 8, 2020 |

My First CD: Dr. Dre's The Chronic

Phillip Scott Mandel

My Magic cards were the coolest thing about me.