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Two Poems photo
May 14, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kyle Carrero Lopez

"Note to Distant Friends" and "Ode to the Crop Top"

Another Old Man at the Bridge photo
May 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Another Old Man at the Bridge

Sarah Viren

You will read my restrained but subtly brutal birth story and finally recognize that we who give birth are dauntless soldiers returning to the fight and we are also the old men ignoring the bombs because we have animals at home we love too much to go on and we have never felt more alive than we do right now.

Getaway photo
May 13, 2020 | Fiction

Getaway

Jeffrey S. Chapman

When my wife drives off without me, my first thought is that she must have made a mistake.

Two Poems photo
May 12, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Charles Kell

"Tim" and "Pear Tree"

Through Thick Glass photo
May 11, 2020 | Poetry

Through Thick Glass

Alexandria Hall

After that, I gave up / on finding a good doctor...

Daniel Tiger is a Goodfella photo
May 11, 2020 | Fiction

Daniel Tiger is a Goodfella

Bryan Harvey

All the tigers met at a restaurant. In the wild, they would have hunted in isolation, but territories had gotten smaller and old cats had to learn new tricks.

Flutter & Buzz photo
May 10, 2020 | Comics

Flutter & Buzz

Sara Harvey

My First Name photo
May 9, 2020 | My First...

My First Name

Siân Griffiths

This new doctor smiles as he enters the room, as if we’re sharing a joke though we’ve never met before. “Tell me,” he says, “how many people get your name right on the first try?”

THIS IS THE TITLE OF AN INTERIEW (elixabeth change this lol) photo
May 8, 2020 | Interview

THIS IS THE TITLE OF AN INTERIEW (elixabeth change this lol)

Elizabeth Ellen

i used to write on adderall like a million years ago or when drinking also but thats stopped. like once, last year, i wrote a short story while drinking, and i cant even remember where i saved it so idek if its any good, bc after a while i got distracted and started watching YouTube makeup reviews.

Satanism photo
May 8, 2020 | Fiction

Satanism

Elle Nash

I think about cataloguing all the days I feel like dying. But then I think Ivan would find the death catalog. Ivan would use it against me.

Infinite Predator photo
May 7, 2020 | Fiction

Infinite Predator

Blake Butler

Of course there’s little difference between now and any other time, in relation to the unforeseeable aspects of tragedy taking place; it is just as likely that some improbable event occurs here in the restaurant as any other place, including the drive home, during which all it would take is a flick of the wrist from any of the countless passing strangers to change your lives.

Liveblog 2 photo
May 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

Liveblog 2

Megan Boyle

Like if I were at this apartment in 2009 I’d be talking to some guy with scraggly teeth and pockmarked skin and a hoodie but he’d also be like, unconventionally handsome, but you could tell the last time he talked to his mom he said some fucked up shit and probably beat up his siblings growing up, and I’d be thinking ‘this seems like…my only option…’ 

Plague Poems photo
May 7, 2020 | Poetry

Plague Poems

Juliet Escoria

We decided that quarantine

would be fuckintine

except then I got a UTI

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine photo
May 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine

Chloe Caldwell

People I Don’t _______ to anymore. This is a prompt inspired by Chelsea Hodson’s essay, People I Don’t Talk To Anymore.

NAUGHTY GIRLS (NEED LOVE TOO): Elizabeth Ellen interviews LEESA CROSS-SMITH photo
May 6, 2020 | Interview

NAUGHTY GIRLS (NEED LOVE TOO): Elizabeth Ellen interviews LEESA CROSS-SMITH

Elizabeth Ellen

I write about dark things a lot but not without at least some hope…or hope for hope.

Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown photo
May 6, 2020 | Fiction

Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown

Brian Allen Carr

I have seen charlatans and I have seen television ministers, and  I was beginning to get that vibe.

The Ethics of Claimlessness: an interview with Garth Greenwell photo
May 5, 2020 | Interview

The Ethics of Claimlessness: an interview with Garth Greenwell

Elizabeth Ellen

I wrote for twenty years without anyone paying me or offering me confirmation or telling me that what I wrote would be welcomed by the world. Quite the contrary. 

Two Poems photo
May 5, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Steven Dawson

The visor mirror in the passenger seat was missing, but in its place was a sticker that read You’re Beautiful

Beach House photo
May 5, 2020 | Fiction

Beach House

Mary Miller

“But you named him Davey and my name is David. You might change it up next time.”

“I know your name,” she said.

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now? photo
May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

WORSTED: Elizabeth Ellen interviews Garielle Lutz photo
May 4, 2020 | Interview

WORSTED: Elizabeth Ellen interviews Garielle Lutz

Elizabeth Ellen

"Gary” always felt like a misnomer to me, something I had to put up with to keep the peace.

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL photo
May 4, 2020 | Fiction

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL

Garielle Lutz

He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.

New York Strange, vol. 4 photo
May 3, 2020 | New York Strange

New York Strange, vol. 4

Caits Meissner

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral

Greg Oldfield

I remember the next morning, puking, shaking violently, asking for God’s mercy. There was too much light coming through the blinds. I was a living, breathing version of “Hurt.” 

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine

Scott Daughtridge DeMer

I didn’t have headphones for my CD player, so when my parents were home I kept the volume low. At night when they went to bed I played it at a barely audible level and hugged the machine against my ear.

Hobart "Bison 2" shirts available now! photo
May 1, 2020 |

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3 Poems photo
May 1, 2020 | Poetry

3 Poems

Danny Caine

They know his name at Carraba’s.
He’s never gotten a parking ticket.
His Christmas display isn’t the biggest
but it still makes people weep in their Mazdas.

The Car Tag Kids photo
May 1, 2020 | Fiction

The Car Tag Kids

Jennifer Todhunter

After every funeral, we play car tag. Lift keys from our front hallways, still dressed in black skirts and skinny ties, pair into the... more

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself photo
May 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself

Jared Povanda

This boy wants a cat for the idea of a cat. Real responsibility chokes him. This boy wants to embody the... more