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I Write Panic photo
December 10, 2020 | Poetry

I Write Panic

Sydney Vogl

I WRITE PANIC

into the locked kitchen
cabinet, china chipped
& sticky. i write
myself into a bottle
of vodka, sloshing
in waves of bitter
padded tongue.
i write the morning
green &

Most Accurate, Most Deadly photo
December 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

Most Accurate, Most Deadly

Hannah Seidlitz

I once let the person I loved prick my ribcage with a needle a thousand times so I wouldn’t forget. A collection of dots arcing messily into two black brackets.

3 Shorts photo
December 9, 2020 | Fiction

3 Shorts

Laetitia Keok

Body Traumas

There is a story Ahma used to tell me. The story of a girl who drew on herself in permanent marker. Ponds filled with lily pads, frogs on said lily pads, flies in the mouths of said

Two Poems photo
December 9, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

catch breath

crying boyfriend

feels like me and god are fighting
they don’t want me to do anything

getting my period at midnight
my poems are like prayers

god doesn’t want me to stop learning
maybe i

Spider Bits photo
December 8, 2020 | Fiction

Spider Bits

Kennedy Coyne

My mother wouldn’t let her get a pet tarantula, despite many tantrums, so instead she played with whatever bugs crawled around the house.

Two Poems photo
December 8, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Marissa Ahmadkhani

Describing Feminine Energy

I am electric-orange.
I am strong legs running
through a poppy field, two arms
thrown open, both feet meeting
soil, moon-face turned up to
the sun, with lips like

Wait Here photo
December 7, 2020 | Poetry

Wait Here

Huma Aatifi

Wait Here

 

Though sometimes the present clutches,
panoramic scattered, in gigantic ways,
we wonder about “its persistent fluttering.” 
Later, far-reaching, bark phone in the wind dawn
that

The Mussels photo
December 7, 2020 | Fiction

The Mussels

Jo Varnish

Clark says that trying to save the mussels is dumb because there are so many of them. That’s his logic. The town says they have to repair the dam in the lake, or the houses down the way will flood

Does Kanye West Need God or Does God Need Kanye?: 
Kanye’s Holy Ghost Tent Revival Sunday Service (On a Friday) photo
December 4, 2020 |

Does Kanye West Need God or Does God Need Kanye?: Kanye’s Holy Ghost Tent Revival Sunday Service (On a Friday)

Victor Glass

immediately I thought, “Oh shit! They got Kanye!” 

Three Poems photo
December 4, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jack Buck

                       words to describe love

saw a pretty plant through a store window
                                                                    picked out a different one instead
that

Tai O photo
December 4, 2020 | Fiction

Tai O

James Kramer

Lee and Aiko made a deal; one last trip together. They could make it feel like the end of something, if that’s what it was going to be.

Clarity photo
December 3, 2020 | Fiction

Clarity

M. M. Kaufman

It was clear she had been here from the smell of wind in the room.

Two Poems  photo
December 3, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Lilly Jenner

THE FORGE

we’re speaking by the heat of the
forge, perspiring, charlie grasping
the end of my steel rod with gloved
hands, i pounding metal atop the
metal shop anvil with a sledge ham
-mer.

Neon; Regret:
Lucio Fontana’s “Walking the Space” photo
December 2, 2020 | Nonfiction

Neon; Regret: Lucio Fontana’s “Walking the Space”

Amanda Goldblatt

I am writing you now from a city we scored with nomadic walking fourteen months ago. During that trip I had been ill. 

El Dorado photo
December 2, 2020 | Novel Excerpt

El Dorado

Luke Wiget

There were no ornaments for the tree but there was beer.

Three Poems photo
December 2, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosa Crepax

One night of nothing

When the languorous motion of bats and owls overthrows the scorching August air
making a party only takes three

One night of nothing
heavy      on an empty

Acknowledgment photo
December 1, 2020 | Fiction

Acknowledgment

Tara Van De Mark

Dan disowned my sister and me via email a year ago

Self-Portrait as Mermaid or Dead Girl photo
December 1, 2020 | Poetry

Self-Portrait as Mermaid or Dead Girl

Gaia Rajan

for M

   i.
In the beginning there was only the girl
and the ocean. Someone was telling a story; 

in the story a girl’s friend died, an accident, 
so she walked into the sea, breathed

Why Look for Animals? photo
December 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

Why Look for Animals?

Alexandria Peary

In this dappled language, like a woods painted by Neil Welliver, in and out of our attention, animals wander in the camouflage. They are highlighted by our attention: each stands in a yellow bar of

Pool photo
November 30, 2020 | Poetry

Pool

Sara Potocsny

...as our mouths quietly filled with water again and again...

The Self-hating Negro photo
November 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Self-hating Negro

Allen M. Price

I grew up in the predominantly all-white neighborhood of Warwick, Rhode Island; I was one of only two Black kids in my elementary, junior high, and high schools. I dressed well, presented myself well, got good grades.

for E photo
November 29, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

for E

Olivia Braley

My friends and I would see you on the streets and say you looked like a villain. Slicked back black hair, tall and thin, distrusting gaze, but handsome. All sinister swagger.

The Nonsense Brothers Detective Agency photo
November 28, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

The Nonsense Brothers Detective Agency

Steve Chang

Mondays, Mondays, Mondays!

Ha-ha! I love my wife Gwen! She's the best. Today, she sprinkled paprika in my oatmeal—to prank me I bet—and I didn’t figure it out until halfway through the bowl.

the year nyc was covered in cherry blossoms we never got to see photo
November 27, 2020 | Poetry

the year nyc was covered in cherry blossoms we never got to see

Alexis Briscuso

i got rid of my pack rat tendencies
and spread all the feathers

Odd Ode photo
November 26, 2020 | Poetry

Odd Ode

Seth Pennington

Your hair blows like a plastic grocery bag...

Dream Seafood Restaurant photo
November 25, 2020 | Fiction

Dream Seafood Restaurant

Matt E. Lewis

The seafood restaurant in my dreams closed down last night.

Significant Tornadoes photo
November 25, 2020 | Poetry

Significant Tornadoes

Carmen E Brady

Many days I realize my dreams are fiction half way through.

Two Poems photo
November 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Stephanie Jean

"Lyric" and "Obvious Pairs"

Dry-Humping Andrea Schwartz photo
November 24, 2020 | Fiction

Dry-Humping Andrea Schwartz

Eric Rosenblum

Margot and I had humped once, too, when I stopped by and Andrea wasn’t home.

after seeing a dead bear on the highway photo
November 23, 2020 | Poetry

after seeing a dead bear on the highway

RaJon Staunton

its stagnant swollen limbs...