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The Scent of Bread photo
May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Scent of Bread

Michelle Cacho-Negrete

Bread has its own history, its own holiness. Flour was pounded from prehistoric plants then roasted on the hot stones of Neanderthal fires. Ancient Egyptians milled grain between giant rocks, dark, mixed flour, imperfect loaves with heady scent.

Waterbaby photo
May 31, 2021 | Nonfiction

Waterbaby

Cameron Gorman

I -- Book

In every house of our memories, there is a book. In the basement of mine, there is a paperback with pictures of the sea. 

The underwater camera is smeared with the blurriness of

How We Looked Together photo
May 30, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

How We Looked Together

Unity

The first six months I took hormones I was frumpy and ridiculous looking. I didn’t know anything about makeup or styling

The Olive Theory photo
May 28, 2021 | Fiction

The Olive Theory

Maggie Pahos

This is how I want to remember us: the tattered rooster blanket, the wine bottle with a pen through the cork, Herc’s fur in tumbleweeds in the grass, Audrey’s red fingernails...

Letter  photo
May 28, 2021 | Poetry

Letter 

Corinne Leong

Anything I speak, I know to speak a second time: My brother 
is dying. My brother is dying. You are not my sister 

tearing through an Italian restaurant, blistering
with what I have given her

Why the Smell of Coffee Makes You Retch photo
May 27, 2021 | Nonfiction

Why the Smell of Coffee Makes You Retch

Fiona McPhillips

Because you are ten, pink skin streaked with freckles and sunscreen, sea salt on your lips as you run your tongue around your ice-cream, and a man with a grey wire moustache puts his hand on your leg and asks your mum when he can marry you, and the sand of his handprint sticks to your skin no matter how hard and raw you scrub it.

Chicken Little photo
May 27, 2021 | Poetry

Chicken Little

Shaw Patton

more intimate with the fit of a Gildan 
shirt versus this thing hovering some 
distance over my head always threatening 
grey blonde grey depending on mood
secrets held in pinprick dots

Local Curses photo
May 26, 2021 | Fiction

Local Curses

Jack Vening

There was no mystery to why we learned these things. Our parents told them to make the good times a little harder, or the hard times just a little bit worse. What is security but another opportunity to be creative in our fear.

Dynasty photo
May 26, 2021 | Poetry

Dynasty

Emma Miao

After the announcement & its sunder, 
              I flood the afternoon light into knots. 

Pocket a maiden name, banter into twilight & 
              its constituents. Mend the

Poem Excluding Homosexuality photo
May 25, 2021 | Poetry

Poem Excluding Homosexuality

Steven Pfau

There were no innocent bystanders,
except a herd of deer, unable to perceive
the color orange. My method consisted
in having a plan, but I was letting the dirt
do my thinking—I’d had it around so

If You Were A Tasmanian Devil photo
May 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

If You Were A Tasmanian Devil

Erin Schallmoser

Tasmanian devils (yes they are real animals) give birth to about 40 babies at a time but they only have four teats and so what that means is that the first four babies that make it to those four teats are the only ones that survive and do you know what happens next?

Supermarket Peaches photo
May 24, 2021 | Fiction

Supermarket Peaches

Jennifer Chiu

Kevin hates it when you leave the peaches on the counter, plump orange skin bruising when squeezed. You stare at them when you do your morning pages at 8A.M. like the productivity videos you watch,

Of Course Not All Men Find Music Again photo
May 24, 2021 | Poetry

Of Course Not All Men Find Music Again

Sara Elkamel

In a hotel room in the 90s, a Japanese man hired by the Opera to repair Chinese-made violins is crouched over a mess on a grey rug, thinking: maybe I could turn these 12 violins into a house and

The End of Small Talk photo
May 23, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The End of Small Talk

Kelsey Swintek

 

Tim tells me that broke up is strong language to use. I wonder how he would describe our ending. Broke up implies an entity to be broken, but we never made it that far. I still don't know what we

Words Fail, Chapter 2c: The Legend of Mount Woodenheap photo
May 23, 2021 | Sunday Comics

Words Fail, Chapter 2c: The Legend of Mount Woodenheap

Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 
Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

Chapter 2a: Two People
Chapter 2b: Divergence

 

Faded Trilogy of Addict-Liar-Thief: Elizabeth Ellen interviews Elizabeth V. Aldrich photo
May 21, 2021 | Interview

Faded Trilogy of Addict-Liar-Thief: Elizabeth Ellen interviews Elizabeth V. Aldrich

Elizabeth Ellen

I wrote this book manic, in psychosis, in withdrawal, while feeling like I was overdosing,

The Foreign Zoo: Tour(s)ing in Place photo
May 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Foreign Zoo: Tour(s)ing in Place

Richard Holinger

Our return to campus one evening to discover spray-painted in black on the university’s entrance wall, “ICI ZOO ETRANGER” (HERE IS THE FOREIGN ZOO).

SUSTENANCE photo
May 21, 2021 | Poetry

SUSTENANCE

Yunya Yang

The triangle of a fish head cut open along the center seam, splayed like a butterfly, blanketed by pickled peppers, Chinese red. Stinky tofu sold by a homely granny in a leaf-littered alley, fried

Them Bones photo
May 20, 2021 | Fiction

Them Bones

CK Kane

“Mom, if I was born a boy,”

“Like you were supposed to be,” without a tinge of playfulness as she scanned the bar cart in the living room for her preferred drink. She resembled a mannequin and had

Two Poems photo
May 20, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Namkyu Oh

Autocomplete

such a good boy you
fluffy little algorithm patched
with paws and droopy ears
bringing me sticks
always wanting
to play fetch
I throw a frisbee
into the woods
and today it

In Bristol photo
May 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

In Bristol

Mary Portser

Conscious of your eyes on me, but unwilling to let you derail my mission, I whispered to myself, “You’ve ungently, Brutus…”

Rebuttal photo
May 19, 2021 | Poetry

Rebuttal

Simone Muench and Jackie K. White

 

Against the grinding fever of suppressed 
song, against a muzzle’s searing, sound 
is a muscle.                 The body’s rebuttal, 

a kind of clamoring                             
held

Seven Years photo
May 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Seven Years

Brecca Smith

We go from ecstatic to great to good to therapy. I go to bed numb and wake up furious. I leave you for the couch every night. Is year seven always like this? When Marilyn Monroe makes a movie about

Doomsday photo
May 18, 2021 | Fiction

Doomsday

Dani Fankhauser

We were all wondering what Brian had done wrong. Our youth pastor, who was married to the pastor’s oldest daughter, was taking the summer off from giving Sunday sermons. In his place, Pastor Peter,

Aubade on my first day as Manila native photo
May 17, 2021 | Poetry

Aubade on my first day as Manila native

Yvanna Vien Tica

I was too shocked to scream
at the roosters to stop crowing, their throats
                robust and practiced in a language I find myself

disarming at all costs. In my first few years
of

Proud Flesh photo
May 17, 2021 | Nonfiction

Proud Flesh

Hannah Rose Neuhauser

At bedtime as a child, I once asked my mother which of us would die first. She explained to me that mothers are supposed to die before their children.

Why Are You Doing This To Me photo
May 16, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Why Are You Doing This To Me

Paulina Pinsky

I was with a Serbian who said, “Tonight is about your pleasure,” so I was doing great.

Words Fail, Chapter 2b: Divergence photo
May 16, 2021 | Sunday Comics

Words Fail, Chapter 2b: Divergence

Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 
Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

Chapter 2a: Two People

 

A Matter of Survival photo
May 14, 2021 | Fiction

A Matter of Survival

Stephanie Yu

You go through “It’s a Small World” and something about the unease of Florida burrows deep inside you then.

She Take Mushrooms photo
May 14, 2021 | Poetry

She Take Mushrooms

Yuki Jackson

my family and I moved 
from Japan to America
and found solace 
in hunting mushrooms  

the kind we sought 
are called matsu-take, 
the highest grade
selling for a grand per kilo 

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