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The Interview photo
July 30, 2021 | Fiction

The Interview

Yunya Yang

I walked up to the window for immigration services at the Embassy. A Mastiff sat behind the pixel glass, writing furiously. He didn’t look up when I said hi, so I knocked on the glass, twice, with my fingertips.


Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before photo
July 29, 2021 | Poetry

Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before

Natasha Burge

Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before

This is the invention of a spectacle. The verge of fungible wealth, dirigibles
of electricity. A thunder of dust and rickshaw sermons in Muharraq

Green Lights and Fault States photo
July 28, 2021 | Fiction

Green Lights and Fault States

Ra'Niqua Lee

Nobody liked accidents. Her bumper had merged with her backseat. Her windshield had shattered. The glass absorbed as much sunlight as it reflected, a pile like salt left after a backwards glance.


Three Poems photo
July 27, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems

Andy Tran


i love to dance, sing, write, chill, read
and play the keys, but sometimes, life
doesn’t allow me to hang out
and do my thing, which means
i have to divide my time into many

Piñon photo
July 26, 2021 | Nonfiction


Ashley Espinoza

I wished you knew how it felt to sit at the dining table with all your cousins to crack the shells wide open.

Winter Tangerine photo
July 26, 2021 | Fiction

Winter Tangerine

Mira Jiang

Your fingers began peeling the fruit, tossing orange scraps among the dirty straw. In the right light, they could have passed for blood.


From HI-fi to Spotify: A mixed tape for my daughter photo
July 25, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

From HI-fi to Spotify: A mixed tape for my daughter

Emily Franklin

Here’s the thing about choosing songs to give as gifts to people: it starts off being about them but really, it’s about you.

Swan Lake photo
July 23, 2021 | Fiction

Swan Lake

Farheen Raparthi

Adhi awoke on his third birthday, struck by the sudden knowledge that he had previously been a 48 year-old man by the name of Samuel Razia.

Three Poems  photo
July 23, 2021 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Lily Greenberg

The Census Taker Asks Me to Tell Her About Myself

Well Terri, I’m afraid
of catfish—not their tunneling mouths,
but the paradoxical combination
of predator and prey in cat/fish—

I’m afraid of

For I Have Sinned photo
July 22, 2021 | Fiction

For I Have Sinned

Sean Dolan

My son is fifteen when he asks the first question I am unable to answer.

Mother photo
July 22, 2021 | Nonfiction


Jesse Lee Kercheval

I am buried in the backyard, beside the garage, under the rack where the family canoe rests when not in the water.

Two Poems photo
July 21, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Poornima Laxmeshwar

Useful tips for a woman

When the drawstring comes off from the petticoat, you need to look at it as an opportunity to learn patience.

Pin a safety pin to the end of the drawstring and push

Everyone Eventually Leaves LA photo
July 20, 2021 | Nonfiction

Everyone Eventually Leaves LA

Heidi Seaborn

When the Santa Anas whipped into town, everyone became a little crazier. They invited the wildfires as if to burn the witches amongst us. 

Island photo
July 19, 2021 | Fiction


Wilson Koewing

Upon receiving the Pritzker Prize at 42, Welk gained a modest international celebrity and spent his 40s and early 50s galivanting around Europe, Southeast Asia and various island nations overseeing a dizzying array of projects that he believed, in some small way, changed the world for the better.

Two Poems photo
July 19, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alexa Luborsky

A myth around junipers

a stranger reinvents the world / the mother of vinegar growing under
grandmother’s sink / passed down / made again in a different flavor /
passing between the junipers /

We Met At A Protest photo
July 18, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

We Met At A Protest

Emily García

In early June of the never-ending 2020, I attended an anti-curfew, anti-police terror demonstration in my hometown of Oakland, California.

It was a warm evening as myself and a couple friends

7 reasons I have not gotten my IUD replaced photo
July 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

7 reasons I have not gotten my IUD replaced

Grace Kearney

Junior year of college, he touched the scab on the crease of my mouth where concealer failed me. I get these in the winter too, he said, and then, I have a cream.

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Rooting for Oakland  photo
July 15, 2021 | Nonfiction, Dispatches from the Treehouse

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Rooting for Oakland 

Joseph Horton

It’s all about the timing


It’s as simple and invasive as a chime on my phone. A banner news alert, which, for most people, involves elections and wars and natural disasters and celebrity

Two Poems photo
July 15, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Clayton Spencer

Snake Day

God is strange. He killed my father,
     and He is everywhere, all of the time.

He is spread across the twinkling shingles and the clean, white siding
     of this windowless

Because: a mixtape photo
July 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Because: a mixtape

Paula Harris

I still want to spin someone like a record, baby, round round round round.


Two Poems photo
July 13, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lizzy Gagne

I’m a mineralogist now,

I tell Jake, as I show him my crystals
all neatly displayed in boxes. It makes

me feel like a scientist. But I use
the crystals to cure the bad things in my

life, to

Gift Shop at the OCME photo
July 13, 2021 | Fiction

Gift Shop at the OCME

Liz Fyne

At the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner, I browse the gift shop. It’s scented lavender from a leg-shaped diffuser in the corner.

I’m Writing from the Other Side of the Universe to Ask You How the Weather Is photo
July 12, 2021 | Poetry

I’m Writing from the Other Side of the Universe to Ask You How the Weather Is

Jenny KangDi Li

I’m Writing from the Other Side of the Universe to Ask You How the Weather Is

This is a soft rain, my father says, his forehead a creased encyclopedia page. It is mao mao yu in Chinese, syllables

Product Placement photo
July 12, 2021 | Fiction

Product Placement

Daniel Fraser

My last suicide attempt was in a park called Jesus Green. I said ‘last’ because I gave up, not because it worked. Writing plays tricks with life and death so you need to make things clear.

I Planned to Ask You to Prom photo
July 11, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

I Planned to Ask You to Prom

Cassidy Bull

Seventeen days since you spoke your last words to me. They repeat themselves in my mind, I never want to forget them.

Reimagining with Mexican Candy photo
July 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reimagining with Mexican Candy

Moisés R. Delgado

I am not a pinch, a spoonful, a half a cup of light rivering down into the stomach where, I should know, the heart truly resides.

Two Poems photo
July 9, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Curtis D'Costa

Song for 2 Phones

     What is that?
The line outside
the Maria Bamford standup
we went to last year.
          Send it to me.
     What is that?
A sugar maple on the hill
shedding Gatorade

A Fast Life photo
July 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Fast Life

Jamie Alliotts

George Simmons used to sling crack on 42nd St.—why his uptown boys always called him The Midtown Turn. Now he’s 54—and everybody calls him Pop. He’s been running the streets for decades. “The streets

Reflections and Insults photo
July 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reflections and Insults

Robert Lopez

I didn’t turn around because I wasn’t entirely sure my name was being called and even so there was no one I wanted to talk to on the street in the middle of this particular Tuesday.

Two Poems photo
July 7, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Daniel Duffy


It’s 60 degrees in January so the birds have decided to just stick it out because who can afford the time-share anyway and the flowers bloom completely off-key like the conductor is drunk