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March 31, 2020 | Interview

Common Ancestor: An Interview with Jenny Irish 

Jenny Irish and I sat down to discuss her stunning debut, Common Ancestor, with Black Lawrence Press. Her prose poem, "A Brief History of Motivations" was published on our site in

March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

March 30, 2020 | Poetry

Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish

Meher Manda

 

Even if it is addressed to you, this is a letter for me. If it were truly a letter for you, it would be written in sound, in the words that lilt on your tongue, rise a tempest in your rage,

March 30, 2020 |

Utopia Study

Anderson Peguero II

The "UTOPIA STUDY" series is a form of experimental architectural photography that focuses on modern architecture in a number of American cities. Buildings and details within them are transformed into

March 29, 2020 |

New York Strange, vol. 3

Caits Meissner

March 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Bigger Splash

Jordan Floyd

I could have no path, no idea of what I should be or how I should live. I could skate through neighborhoods, where I wouldn’t find a Mormon church or anyone who knew I had strayed from the path I was raised to follow

March 26, 2020 | Poetry

Elegy for Bubblegum

Zakiya Cowan

My father inhales smoke from a lone Marlboro,
            shadowed against a sun colored like dead autumn leaves.
He gently cradles the barrel of tobacco between his pointer
            &

March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

March 24, 2020 | Poetry

Five Poems 

Chen Chen

A Queer Translates Rilke

I long to know his self-described “epic head”
with my eyes closed. But for now, his torso
radiates from my screen like a delirious
lighthouse, like it is recharging my

March 24, 2020 |

Darlington County

William Walsh

Patience is one virtue that me and Wayne both got in spades.

March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

March 23, 2020 |

3 Poems

Mike Andrelczyk

Since You Left I Have Spent My Days Staring Blankly at the Beer Sign in the Bar From the Time it Opens Until Closing Time

Neon

Neoff

 

Boredom

March 22, 2020 |

Gnome Chomsky in: The Tinder Date

S.E. Kessler

March 21, 2020 |

My First Sexy Halloween

Lindsey Wente

I walked through the senior hallway, heart beating fast. The boys’ stares burned into my skin as they whispered things to each other.

March 20, 2020 | Fiction

Shorthand

Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

March 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Slim Sexuality

Chelsey Clammer

In my head, dating women was a body competition.

March 19, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Cristina Correa

 

Color Study, or Ode to Discomfort

 

It was never safe for us—
always beneath the eye is blood;
and maybe a ferocious tongue
called

March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

After the Heat

Paige Towers

Because let’s face it, boiled tea does not meet my privileged standards for heat. 

March 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

Tymbal

Colleen Mayo

I remember being young and small and barefoot on the concrete floor: look closely and see how the cicada shells vibrate as the Texas Hill Country winds sift in.

March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

March 17, 2020 |

Full House

Kent Kosack

In jazz, woodshedding refers to the shed you sequester yourself in, as a young musician learning the craft, a private space to develop your own style, away from prying eyes or critical ears.

March 16, 2020 | Poetry

pete wentz came to me in a dream and told me to title this poem like a mid 00s fall out boy song

Rory Green

i trapped pete wentz
in a pastoral landscape

 

March 16, 2020 | Fiction

The Anniversary

Harris Lahti

Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.

March 15, 2020 |

Welcome to Chicago

K.P. Taylor

March 14, 2020 |

My First Cd: Avril Lavigne, Let Go

Sarah Ruth Bates

It’s the first time I remember feeling that superstrong tween indignation that he’d taken something that was supposed to be just mine.

March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near

March 12, 2020 | Poetry

Hoop Dreams

Josh Lefkowitz

Every car passing by might house a backseat scout

March 11, 2020 | Fiction

Bad Construction

Heather De Bel

There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.

March 11, 2020 | Poetry

Brent’s Deli

Jeremy Radin

 

Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray &
unmusical slab of an apartment building. Were it to be