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Smells Like You photo
September 30, 2020 | Fiction

Smells Like You

Maggie Edwards

Tennis balls were always disgusting. That creep-crawly not-green not-quite-yellow felt that made my teeth grind and my spine twitch, always wet with dog slobber. And it never lost that toxic new car

Three Poems photo
September 30, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Schyler Butler


We jut Ma’at into our daily bread.
Turn mud into pyramid bricks,
shadows mapping the heavens.
We rise above the stars.
Invent language harmonious
with all creation.
Fight wars because

Coal Miner's Daughter photo
September 29, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Coal Miner's Daughter

Ella Hormel

Loretta Lynn
Coal Miner’s Daughter
11 songs, 29 minutes

The place is too small, but we don’t care. I don’t care because I’ve always liked small spaces (if I were an animal, I’d be one with

The Shine photo
September 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Shine

Jay Merill

Gail is the name of the person telling this story. She thinks of herself as Gail instead of I.

Pufferfish: Love in the Deep Blue photo
September 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pufferfish: Love in the Deep Blue

Serena Alagappan

I sometimes wish we were pufferfish. There are the general perks of being a marine creature: silky filament gills that gulp oxygen from water, flippers to whirl through the waves, eyes that open in

Proemnal photo
September 28, 2020 | Poetry


Michael McKee Green



On’s on.

Storm in summer so awed.

Storm in summer so the awning.

Gum rubber space slowing
to show me it’s one big skin
sweating and leaking into
all over me.

I don’t

JFK photo
September 27, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays


Zoe Underhill

This diner has been here since 1949 but I am sure that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do sitting on these red vinyl seats. 

Speed Dating with Psych Meds photo
September 27, 2020 | Comics

Speed Dating with Psych Meds

Danielle Shorr

Three Poems photo
September 25, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

McCaela Prentice


It’s fire season and I want to be a better god; to be your pompeii
but one morning I was not myself. I will tell you a secret-
I will tell you what the arsonist told me as he struck

Seeking Arrangements photo
September 25, 2020 | Fiction

Seeking Arrangements

Halle Hill

I need him to walk me back to the bus, but I still know I have everything he could need if he asks for it

The Complement photo
September 24, 2020 | Fiction

The Complement

Madeline Furlong

I painted my lips and fingers red the first time I was unfaithful. It was in college, with a girl with sharp orange hair who had a smile that said come. I never really liked her--she was arrogant and

Mountain Pies photo
September 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Mountain Pies

Andrea Laurion

Jessica never sold more than a dozen boxes of Girl Scout cookies but she got first place in the troop bake-off every year. She was nicer than Holly who was nicer than Samantha who was nicer than

Three Poems photo
September 23, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Kenny Kruse


A person looks out onto the ocean. The water does not look like it is moving. Is it a real ocean? How are we to decide? There is something small and very far away. The person cannot

When Rose Leaves photo
September 23, 2020 | Fiction

When Rose Leaves

Abbie Barker

When Rose leaves, she hands me a lamp and says, “I’m afraid it will break in the move.” She tosses a bag of Twizzlers into her Corolla. The backseat is piled with thrift store dresses and Doc Martens.

The Cage photo
September 22, 2020 | Fiction

The Cage

S.F. Wright

The cage was located in the back and, technically speaking, was a separate store: enclosed by chain-link fences, it housed rows of metal shelves on which were stockpiled stacks of used books. The

Greatest Hits, Al Green photo
September 22, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Greatest Hits, Al Green

Patrick Daly

She focuses on efficient point accumulation: jam, 12 points.

Excerpt from the novella Orange photo
September 21, 2020 | Fiction

Excerpt from the novella Orange

Alec Berry


Maybe I’m an idiot, but those waves are
talking to me. They fall apart on the beach
then recoil, and the phytoplankton glow in
their recession. That’s where I think what
they’re saying is.

Skincare for Trees photo
September 21, 2020 | Poetry

Skincare for Trees

Divya Maniar

Skincare for Trees

Take care of your skin she says, over the dinner table,
tracing lines on the table with thin long fingernails,                                                                 

SB"F" 4 bird photo
September 20, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

SB"F" 4 bird

Mukethe Kawinzi





Thought regaling twilight with porch-grown ukulele melodies would suffice to lure somefowl over but since experience

Up North: Snowstorm photo
September 20, 2020 | Comics

Up North: Snowstorm

Crystal S. Gibbins

Cookie Pouch photo
September 20, 2020 | Comics

Cookie Pouch

Anne Elise Brinich

Gentian Violet photo
September 18, 2020 | Poetry

Gentian Violet

Liam O'Brien

Gentian Violet

For years I lied
          to everyone
                  said gentian was related
                                             to violet
                  I don’t know why


The Drowned Giant photo
September 18, 2020 | Fiction

The Drowned Giant

Kholiswa Mendes Pepani

It was a Sunday morning in Delta, Mississippi when the body of the missing Negro giant washed up on the bank of the river. First news of the creature’s arrival was brought to the town by a local fisherman...

Good with Dogs photo
September 17, 2020 | Nonfiction

Good with Dogs

Rose McMackin

I slept with Sam in my bed when he was still a puppy, even though this is supposed to be a bad way to train a dog. He woke me up sometimes in those early months when he was never tired and always

Holy Gash photo
September 17, 2020 | Fiction

Holy Gash

Kris Hartrum

I turned over in bed and felt something weird. I put my hand behind my head and felt it was the pillow. I sat up and looked at the pillow. It was wet, pinkish-red. I said holy shit a few times, ran my

What Is It? photo
September 16, 2020 | Fiction

What Is It?

Steve Gergley

Andy Carr is stocking shelves at his local Value King supermarket when a forty-year-old woman taps him on the shoulder and starts yelling in his face. By the woman’s word the store is out of stock of

Three Poems photo
September 16, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sophia Friis


As a child I was taught
the small gathering of matter:

in the garage of summer,
a shelf of conch shells

flat yellow saddle oysters layered in jars,
small change purses of cicada

Brothers, The Black Keys photo
September 15, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Brothers, The Black Keys

Katrina Quinn

But every time I listen to Brothers, I can hear her voice.

What You Crave photo
September 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

What You Crave

Gwen Niekamp

My parents, three hours into their marriage, ate sliders and crinkle fries. It was the summer of 1987, an Original Slider cost just 30 cents (today, one’ll run you $0.72), and there was a White Castle

What I Thought They Wanted photo
September 14, 2020 | Fiction

What I Thought They Wanted

Carly Berwick

As I headed north, to your border, darkness fell, and I could see only the two cones of light extending from the car’s headlamps. The road itself had no markings. It stretched into the black, a