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October 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Mixed Signals

Albert Abonado

I didn’t have my brother Patrick’s phone number until after my parents had been in a car accident.

October 19, 2020 | Poetry

IN WHICH THE WHITE WOMAN ON MY THESIS DEFENSE ASKS ME ABOUT WITNESS

Noor Hindi

1. And what does it mean to witness yourself, on television, dying?

            a. I no longer watch the news.
            b. I’ve exhausted every mirror in my home searching for my

October 19, 2020 |

What Happens to the Heart

Malia Márquez

The bartender gives relationship advice in the alley behind the bar every Thursday night while the piano player does her thing on the baby grand.

October 18, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Longing, Lust & Winnie-the-Pooh

Garnett Kilberg Cohen

Yes, my mother loved Pooh, but as far as I know her love was platonic.

October 18, 2020 |

Thirtieth of May

Brandon Sanchez

Gender in the Long 19th Century ends at 4 p.m., which leaves enough time to raid the liquor store on Cowley Road. A and K and I go early, J and S join later.

October 17, 2020 |

Rats of Autun, 1522

Heather Monley

The rats have eaten the grain again, and the men need a new solution. We’ve already exhausted the usual methods of dealing with rats: traps, prayers, and cats. Our town has many cats, but they simply

October 17, 2020 |

Fuck Music

Brian O'Hare

We’re sitting in a pit. It’s deep, well above our heads—a half-finished bunker, really, begun in the heady days when imagined snipers lurked behind every dune...

October 16, 2020 | Poetry

In the Gap

Leah Umansky

so much of what I feel is strain and restraint, not
strength. I feel so much of my days are in want;

October 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

How to Have a Pandemic

Caroline Plasket

While sitting in the parking lot waiting for masked employee to bring your items out to your trunk you watch customers walk into the store. Count how many are wearing masks versus not. Watch them laughing.

October 16, 2020 | Fiction

ATLANTIC CITY

Avigayl Sharp

I know that I am going to die.

October 16, 2020 |

The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side

Robert Fromberg

When I was a teenager, I got robbed a lot

October 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

Anesthesia

Emma Brousseau

During my first year of grad school, I learn how to kill rats. I work in a lab studying time perception, a cognitive function that’s not fully understood. We have to train new rats for every study.

October 15, 2020 |

Pilgrimage

Caroline Galdi

The driver laughed when you couldn’t pronounce the name of your destination. It’s a cobblestoned European town the same as every other cobblestoned European town you’ve seen so far.

October 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Nine Endings

Sara Crowley

1.

And they all lived happily ever after. 

2.

Finishing work on the Saturday and heading to the pub because that’s what we always did. Tall Paul and small Paul and (ordinary) Paul, Ian, Bel,

October 14, 2020 | Fiction

Six Stories in One Town

Jieyan Wang

In the mornings, we watch the wagons come in a procession, rolling down the streets in one thin line.

October 14, 2020 | Poetry

Haunt

Stephanie Chang

after K Ming Chang

 

Late June, during the spider lily harvest,

            Meng Po sutures shut my skin

as soup marbles under. A broth that weathers

            me a body for the

October 14, 2020 |

Talking Timbuktu

Mark Koepke

I’m supposed to be on my way to Timbuktu, not stuck here, listening to a man sing about the place

October 13, 2020 | Fiction

Vermont

Eric LaFountain

Vermont in the summer is a place I love.

October 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Outpouring

Vin Maskell

Emptying the bottles, a simple task, was more fulfilling and more comprehensible than emptying Dad’s box of ashes 20 years ago.

October 13, 2020 | Poetry

THREE POEMS

Namrata Verghese

Chacka

This Whole Foods smells of rot.
A lady holds half a jackfruit like a baby,
Pushes her fingers deep into the damp decay. 

We call jackfruit chacka back home (although who’s we?
I

October 13, 2020 |

The Magnolia Electric Co.

K Chiucarello

I wanted landscapes I could sink back into. I needed mountains to wrap around, rivers to rest naked upon, fields to drown in, an old snake skin stuck to the bottom of my boot

October 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Lesbian’s Guide to Loving Major League Baseball

Tessa Yang

Begin with Angels in the Outfield, a mid-nineties movie remake in which a young Joseph Gordon-Levitt prays that his local baseball team, the California Angels, will win the pennant, and literal angels

October 12, 2020 | Fiction

Show Me Your Parents

Cody Lee

I remember when my parents first told me.

October 12, 2020 |

Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely

Matthew Duffus

A man sits in a bar in a no-name town in a flyover state. It’s late. He’s alone. A double whiskey sits before him, sweating on a cheap cardboard coaster. The bartender knows his order by sight.

October 10, 2020 |

My First Track Bike

Nicholas Clemente

The thing to do in those days was to take a road bike from the 70s or 80s and swap the parts out. I had an old Fuji, and so did everyone else. But you should've seen the colors: burgundy frame with

October 9, 2020 | Fiction

Aura-lift™

Allie Rowbottom

The best plastic surgeons are cultured. They stand at the intersection of art and science and are not, generally, superficial.

October 9, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Christian Gullette

Election Night at the Stud

On the dance floor,
               my fingertip traces his infinity tattoo

and I wish more things were uncountable,
                            although cruelty

October 9, 2020 | Nonfiction

In Praise of Bean Counters

Alice Lowe

1.

I worked for eighteen years as the associate director of a nonprofit organization. The director and I were an effective team, in part because of our complementary strengths. I liked to say that

October 8, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Rita Mookerjee

Shrine

In the market, Rayanne arranges
breadfruit and guava on her stand.
She frames them with squat pumpkins
and green hooks of plantain. She
leans against her stool to stretch her
legs,

October 8, 2020 | Fiction

Insoluble

Hannah Newman

We never thought the calcification was a problem.