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June 29, 2020 | Fiction

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Crystal K.

I confess my DIY rituals in high school, tiny fires fueled by crumpled notes and dried flowers from lost loves and later, gifts from my parents bought during the divorce. In the smoke, my hope conceived visions: sometimes revenge, always return. Nothing I witnessed was more than smoke

June 25, 2020 | Fiction

What Was Left Was Ours

Linnie Greene

Why bother with the pretense of health or ambition, when the world was ending and there were still snacks, drinks, trysts with another unwashed neighbor?

June 25, 2020 | Fiction

What Was Left Was Ours

Linnie Greene

Why bother with the pretense of health or ambition, when the world was ending and there were still snacks, drinks, trysts with another unwashed neighbor?

June 23, 2020 | Fiction

All of Us Have It 

Crow Jonah Norlander

Everything that could have possibly budged already had, anything neglectable was long ago done so.

June 23, 2020 | Fiction

All of Us Have It 

Crow Jonah Norlander

Everything that could have possibly budged already had, anything neglectable was long ago done so.

June 22, 2020 | Fiction

Three Smallies

Zac Smith

The guy on the podcast had cancer, he was dying –every day he was dying a little bit more – and he was reflecting on being a literary agent.

June 22, 2020 | Fiction

Three Smallies

Zac Smith

The guy on the podcast had cancer, he was dying –every day he was dying a little bit more – and he was reflecting on being a literary agent.

June 19, 2020 | Fiction

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig

Connor Goodwin

Mama was a truck. A Ford Bronco, to be exact.

June 19, 2020 | Fiction

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig

Connor Goodwin

Mama was a truck. A Ford Bronco, to be exact.

June 15, 2020 | Fiction

Rainbows in Alabama

Steve Comstock

"Six fine fish in that dirty pond! They're gonna die there anyway!" he told me. "They're gonna suffocate on all that mud."

June 15, 2020 | Fiction

Rainbows in Alabama

Steve Comstock

"Six fine fish in that dirty pond! They're gonna die there anyway!" he told me. "They're gonna suffocate on all that mud."

June 12, 2020 | Fiction

Three Women I Almost Loved

Rebecca Fishow

She said: in my home, I want to feel at home. I want to feel as though I am swaddled in blanket, as though the walls pump food right to my gut. I water the plants, all seven or eight, some dying. I feed the cat

June 12, 2020 | Fiction

Three Women I Almost Loved

Rebecca Fishow

She said: in my home, I want to feel at home. I want to feel as though I am swaddled in blanket, as though the walls pump food right to my gut. I water the plants, all seven or eight, some dying. I feed the cat

June 10, 2020 | Fiction

Composite Characters

Erika Veurink

The first time I met Courtney, she told me she loved my ballet flats. We were wearing the same $14.99 shoes. She hated her curly hair and middle name and Democrats.

June 10, 2020 | Fiction

Composite Characters

Erika Veurink

The first time I met Courtney, she told me she loved my ballet flats. We were wearing the same $14.99 shoes. She hated her curly hair and middle name and Democrats.

June 5, 2020 | Fiction

Girly

Leslie Pietrzyk

His fullest attention. No one gets that. And here it is, steered onto me.

June 5, 2020 | Fiction

Girly

Leslie Pietrzyk

His fullest attention. No one gets that. And here it is, steered onto me.

June 4, 2020 | Fiction

Holoceners

Kyle Kirshbom

1. Driving east on I-94 from 8:41 to 8:55 I saw brief glimpses of beauty.

June 4, 2020 | Fiction

Holoceners

Kyle Kirshbom

1. Driving east on I-94 from 8:41 to 8:55 I saw brief glimpses of beauty.

June 1, 2020 | Fiction

Kulshi Bekhir

Kent Kosack

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning to the man in the seat beside me. Though he didn’t appear to speak English, he intuited my rejection. Loneliness, like love, is an international language.

June 1, 2020 | Fiction

Kulshi Bekhir

Kent Kosack

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning to the man in the seat beside me. Though he didn’t appear to speak English, he intuited my rejection. Loneliness, like love, is an international language.

May 29, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art"

Josh Sippie

The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.

May 29, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art"

Josh Sippie

The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.

May 28, 2020 | Fiction

Moon Wishes

Flo Au

In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.

May 28, 2020 | Fiction

Moon Wishes

Flo Au

In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.

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