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Splurge photo
June 30, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Splurge

Dan Morey

Before Sasquatch’s girlfriend got into rats, she had dogs. I don’t remember how many exactly, but a lot. One dog was called Pee Dog. Whenever I fell asleep on the La-Z-Boy, he soaked my leg

Tip Top Vacation Performance  photo
June 30, 2020 | Poetry

Tip Top Vacation Performance 

Jordan Clark

TIP TOP VACATION PERFORMANCE

Two women velcroed a husky, mesh tank top
in order to separate the men from the... more

<3 photo
June 29, 2020 | Fiction

<3

Levis Keltner

I confess my DIY rituals in high school, tiny fires fueled by crumpled notes and dried flowers from lost loves and later, gifts from my parents bought during the divorce. In the smoke, my hope conceived visions: sometimes revenge, always return. Nothing I witnessed was more than smoke

A Capricorn’s Weekly Horoscope While Her Father is Dying of Cancer photo
June 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Capricorn’s Weekly Horoscope While Her Father is Dying of Cancer

Kendra L. Vanderlip

3/31: The day is young. Dress smart today Capricorn, big things on the horizon. When... more

The Lion &amp; the Little Boy photo
June 28, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Lion & the Little Boy

Deborah E. Kennedy

My mother mentioned Darren to me only once. I was in college by then.

Now That's What I Call Progress photo
June 28, 2020 |

Now That's What I Call Progress

Courtney Cook

Next Best Thing to a Miracle photo
June 26, 2020 | Fiction

Next Best Thing to a Miracle

Alissa Hattman

Over and over again, he said it, and I started to feel it, and it felt real. The care.

Three Poems  photo
June 26, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Alex Bernstein

"Today I Promise," "Rubric for Asparagus," and "My Life"

What Was Left Was Ours photo
June 25, 2020 | Fiction

What Was Left Was Ours

Linnie Greene

Why bother with the pretense of health or ambition, when the world was ending and there were still snacks, drinks, trysts with another unwashed neighbor?

i watched the lighthouse photo
June 25, 2020 | Poetry

i watched the lighthouse

Alexis Briscuso

four times in one day
just because that
ending was fucking
sublime and i cried
the whole way thru
the bit where... more

Two Poems  photo
June 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Danielle Rose

Oort Poetica

The way ice can become a verdant spring. Horace, you know the way we stare through... more

Down Stacks photo
June 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Down Stacks

Rose Himber Howse

Some days, Luke told me it hurt to sit down. Those days we played in the woods.

We took tarps and string from the shed to make tents... more

Melodrama, Lorde photo
June 23, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Melodrama, Lorde

Garrett Pletcher

Like so many gays around the world, I remember exactly where I was when Lorde dropped “Green Light”, the first song from her 2017 instant classic Melodrama. I was in my car, on my way to work. But that’s not really all of it.

All of Us Have It  photo
June 23, 2020 | Fiction

All of Us Have It 

Crow Jonah Norlander

Everything that could have possibly budged already had, anything neglectable was long ago done so.

Two Poems  photo
June 22, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Shawn Berman

I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE ANIMALS AND I HOPE ONE DAY TO GET AS EXCITED AS YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE A PICTURE OF A... more

Three Smallies photo
June 22, 2020 | Fiction

Three Smallies

Zac Smith

The guy on the podcast had cancer, he was dying –every day he was dying a little bit more – and he was reflecting on being a literary agent.

Ghost photo
June 21, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Ghost

Danielle Chelosky

My writing professor said to me that in order to get better, you had to dismantle the person you were, because that person was killing you. I kept wondering: Why did a killer love me?

2 Comics photo
June 21, 2020 | Comics

2 Comics

Meg Reynolds

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig photo
June 19, 2020 | Fiction

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig

Connor Goodwin

Mama was a truck. A Ford Bronco, to be exact.

Burlesque  photo
June 18, 2020 | Poetry

Burlesque 

Courtney LeBlanc

BURLESQUE

~a contrapuntal poem

He was a friend                                                        he became my lover
he took my... more

Grunt Work photo
June 18, 2020 | Fiction

Grunt Work

Amy Stuber

Bill looked like a hundred people I’d taken rides from: flannel shirt, sunburned, open-air Jeep, someone resigned enough to take on a hitchhiker and think, if you pull a knife on me in the next mile, I can live with that.

Marching in Atlanta photo
June 17, 2020 | Dispatches

Marching in Atlanta

Tyhi Conley

A dispatch from 2016 and now. 

And Even Still the Silk  photo
June 17, 2020 | Fiction

And Even Still the Silk 

Kate Finegan

even when I’m sure it’s polyester, and the silk is one more kiss you trail across my body and say,

HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I photo
June 16, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I

​J. A. Hall

I attribute my apostasy to Michael Jackson’s HIStory

Two Poems  photo
June 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Joe Emanuel

Polymers

Takes a blow-dryer
to the plastic flower.

Makes its petals
curve the way they’ll be... more

Rainbows in Alabama photo
June 15, 2020 | Fiction

Rainbows in Alabama

Steve Comstock

"Six fine fish in that dirty pond! They're gonna die there anyway!" he told me. "They're gonna suffocate on all that mud."

Crossing the Divide: Cycling, romance and reckoning in the Canadian Rockies photo
June 14, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Crossing the Divide: Cycling, romance and reckoning in the Canadian Rockies

Kelly Huffman

My trip had begun in Seattle, where the past few years had served up one setback after the next. I had been cut loose by my latest not-quite-boyfriend.

Fight Report photo
June 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

Fight Report

Gabriel Smith

Twenty seven notes Gabriel Smith took at Bethnal Bust Up, York Hall, London, March 7th


If boxing is a sport, then it is the most... more

Three Women I Almost Loved photo
June 12, 2020 | Fiction

Three Women I Almost Loved

Rebecca Fishow

She said: in my home, I want to feel at home. I want to feel as though I am swaddled in blanket, as though the walls pump food right to my gut. I water the plants, all seven or eight, some dying. I feed the cat

Drop Out photo
June 11, 2020 | Nonfiction

Drop Out

Hannah Carpino

You don’t see her for several years after that, minus a brief and sweet span of days that following summer, in your usual place. You play Bob Dylan’s Mama, You Been on My Mind squeezed on a piano bench with her.