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Transfiguration photo
August 15, 2022 | Nonfiction

Transfiguration

DW McKinney

I didn’t believe my sister when she said our grandfather’s spirit had knocked her calendar off her living room wall.

Learning Love Can Be a Creative Force photo
August 14, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Learning Love Can Be a Creative Force

Alyssa Oursler

S and I were together nearly a year before the band really got back on the road. Their six-week tour started in Minneapolis.

give me all your secrets and I’ll set them on fire photo
August 12, 2022 | Poetry

give me all your secrets and I’ll set them on fire

Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo

that was the year that all the carnivals came to town. sounds like a fake small town thing, but when you live in a small town, all the things that happen are fake small town things, except they’re

Release the Clutch photo
August 12, 2022 | Nonfiction

Release the Clutch

Steph Wagner-Kinnear

We stood in the middle of that road in front of that shimmering turquoise El Camino. He dangled the keys over my open palm and then dropped them, like we were in a movie.

Allergy photo
August 11, 2022 | Fiction

Allergy

Claudia Lundahl

The summer I was allergic to tap water was the summer I lost all my friends. School was out but nobody wanted to be around me except for Joel who wasn’t really my friend to begin with but sort of became one afterwards. It was understandable. I couldn’t shower and, well, to be perfectly honest, I smelled bad. Joel didn’t seem to mind, though. He worked the check-out at the general store and taped his ear to his head.

For the Birds photo
August 10, 2022 | Nonfiction

For the Birds

Abby Manzella

We’ll leave your hair for the birds, she’d say, so they’ll build their nests to keep themselves and their babies protected.

Two Poems photo
August 10, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mackenzie Moore

I'm Not

Losing / floundering
ignoring / coasting
retreating/ rethinking
stalling / shrinking

I am settling my debts
clearing the inventory
and wiring the electric
to be seen in my own

I Love You Because You Don't Exist photo
August 9, 2022 | Fiction

I Love You Because You Don't Exist

Katie Frank

You asked if I wanted to send you the latest version of my story as a Google doc so you could add comments. You offered to send me one of your stories in  return.

Mother Russia photo
August 9, 2022 | Fiction

Mother Russia

Alexandrine Ogundimu

And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.

I WATCH A TIK TOK AND AM RELIEVED
TO LEARN THAT TOAD IS A LEFTIST photo
August 8, 2022 | Poetry

I WATCH A TIK TOK AND AM RELIEVED TO LEARN THAT TOAD IS A LEFTIST

Lucas Peel

i think you can learn a lot about a person
based on their Super Smash Bros main. or starsign.
or by asking. how convenient to be told? to learn
in spite of our own misgivings. part of growing

Dog, Human, Whale, Yak photo
August 8, 2022 | Nonfiction

Dog, Human, Whale, Yak

Amie Souza Reilly

Eighteen days after our dog died, my husband dreamt of her.

What the Dark Reveals photo
August 5, 2022 | Poetry

What the Dark Reveals

Yvonne Higgins Leach

I wake to the shuffle of wind along the sill.
The soft moon hue weighs on my blanket, saying nothing.
From the fragile dark, experiences remembered
become rocks tied to my ankles and feelings churn

Hospice: Columbus, 1974 photo
August 5, 2022 | Nonfiction

Hospice: Columbus, 1974

Rebecca Meacham

Ask me now about Grandma’s house and I’ll recall the ocean-carpet, candy, bossa nova, cousin, shotgun, books. I won’t mention the adult woman in a crib—a person who was someone’s daughter, sister—and I guess, aunt—for a lifetime.

Capeesh photo
August 4, 2022 | Nonfiction

Capeesh

Mike Nagel

Friday night, I swipe the side mirror off my Nissan Sentra and can no longer see what's behind me. No major loss. I've never been particularly interested in what's going on back there anyway. There's some evidence to suggest there's no such thing as the past or the future, only the present.

Things They Don't Tell You photo
August 3, 2022 | Fiction

Things They Don't Tell You

Moses Z.

As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!

For The Wicked photo
August 2, 2022 | Fiction

For The Wicked

Dwin Phillips

The plump pastor looks down at you and smiles. You are dead. You lay in your cream-colored casket, on a bed of scarlet silks and smile back, all satisfied like.

Jaunupe photo
August 1, 2022 | Fiction

Jaunupe

David Yourdon

The Wilds named their only child Steak, not because they had any ties to the meat industry, but because they were cranks with no semblance of empathy in their hearts.