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January 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Derrick Austin

"Letter to Brandon" and "Poem for Julián"

January 23, 2020 | Poetry

Nativity Scene

Josh Tvrdy

After I jack off to hardcore gay porn...

January 23, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Problem of Vertigo

Elizabeth Horneber

Recently, I told my mother that I used to climb out of the bathroom window in the upstairs and crawl out onto the chimney ledge, where one slip of the ankle, knee, wrist, and I would have fallen three stories onto cement. Perhaps it began as another peace offering—I was trying to amuse her.

January 22, 2020 | Poetry

First Prize

Ottavia Silvestri

curly like a / shiba inu's tail...

January 19, 2020 |

Up North: Hummingbird

Crystal S. Gibbins

January 18, 2020 |

My First Real Sneakers

Christian Aguiar

There was no way you could have a pair of Nikes and get clowned.

January 17, 2020 | Fiction


Laura Huey Chamberlain

By now I have learned that sometimes, as Tricia pummels away at the backs of my thighs, I can tolerate a memory or two of George.

January 16, 2020 | Poetry

Having Been Called Dirt

Joe Betz

the water's instant when still...

January 15, 2020 | Nonfiction


Tammy Delatorre

There was a yearning in me for her soft whiteness, which went powdery pink in her most private of places.

January 14, 2020 | Poetry

All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

Alec Prevett

I want to be remembered like this: taut...

January 14, 2020 | Fiction

AirBnB (St. Louis)

Sean Ennis

Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?

January 9, 2020 | Fiction


Ciera Burch

“Yvonne?” she called out. 

January 6, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alex Manley

"Brooklyn Roof" and "Querying"

January 6, 2020 | Fiction


Alyssa Quinn

when encountering the duckrabbit ... 

January 5, 2020 |

Making Weight (pt. 3)

Denny Connolly

Previously on...
Part 2  ||  Part 1  ||  Prologue




January 1, 2020 | Fiction


Dan Stintzi

By the time he’d arrived at the Atwell Park Summer Solstice Festival, Bill Hannan was so high he mistook one of the paper lanterns hanging from the red-lit oak tree at the center of the park for the moon.