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February 18, 2020 | Fiction

On the Morning of

Kara Moskowitz

Nick your shin shaving, stare idly at the blood coursing down your foot and down the drain, and maybe this is how you do it, empty out all your insides until your shapeless skin is all that’s left.

February 17, 2020 | Fiction

The Button

Zoe Messinger

I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.

February 17, 2020 | Fiction

The Button

Zoe Messinger

I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

February 11, 2020 | Fiction

Seasons

Karin Killian

I have my tee already halfway over my head, blocking my eyes, when I feel a hand on my forearm, yanking me toward the other end of the field. “You can’t do that. Put it back on.”

February 11, 2020 | Fiction

Seasons

Karin Killian

I have my tee already halfway over my head, blocking my eyes, when I feel a hand on my forearm, yanking me toward the other end of the field. “You can’t do that. Put it back on.”

February 10, 2020 | Fiction

The Red Ones Come From Taillights

Erin Lyndal Martin

To be naked on the beach after a storm is something special—the salt and the petrichor and the hum of being unsettled that maybe the torrential rains caused damage, that maybe there were nearby ships that will never make it to harbor.

February 10, 2020 | Fiction

The Red Ones Come From Taillights

Erin Lyndal Martin

To be naked on the beach after a storm is something special—the salt and the petrichor and the hum of being unsettled that maybe the torrential rains caused damage, that maybe there were nearby ships that will never make it to harbor.

February 6, 2020 | Fiction

Reflection

Molly Gabriel

Violet and I sit in her bed a while and talk. She shows me how to unhook and snake a bra through a sleeve.

February 6, 2020 | Fiction

Reflection

Molly Gabriel

Violet and I sit in her bed a while and talk. She shows me how to unhook and snake a bra through a sleeve.

February 5, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Time I Saw Zac Smith

Giacomo Pope

“When Zac started writing the poems, I didn’t think it would get to this.”

February 5, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Time I Saw Zac Smith

Giacomo Pope

“When Zac started writing the poems, I didn’t think it would get to this.”

January 30, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 4: "Sinkhole"

Josh Sippie

“Foresee this, I did not,” Yoda commiserated. But he knew what he had to do. He just didn’t know if he could do it. 

January 30, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 4: "Sinkhole"

Josh Sippie

“Foresee this, I did not,” Yoda commiserated. But he knew what he had to do. He just didn’t know if he could do it. 

January 17, 2020 | Fiction

Touch

Laura Huey Chamberlain

By now I have learned that sometimes, as Tricia pummels away at the backs of my thighs, I can tolerate a memory or two of George.

January 17, 2020 | Fiction

Touch

Laura Huey Chamberlain

By now I have learned that sometimes, as Tricia pummels away at the backs of my thighs, I can tolerate a memory or two of George.

January 14, 2020 | Fiction

AirBnB (St. Louis)

Sean Ennis

Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?

January 14, 2020 | Fiction

AirBnB (St. Louis)

Sean Ennis

Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?

January 9, 2020 | Fiction

Yvonne

Ciera Burch

“Yvonne?” she called out. 

January 9, 2020 | Fiction

Yvonne

Ciera Burch

“Yvonne?” she called out. 

January 6, 2020 | Fiction

duckrabbit

Alyssa Quinn

when encountering the duckrabbit ... 

January 6, 2020 | Fiction

duckrabbit

Alyssa Quinn

when encountering the duckrabbit ... 

January 1, 2020 | Fiction

Invasion

Dan Stintzi

By the time he’d arrived at the Atwell Park Summer Solstice Festival, Bill Hannan was so high he mistook one of the paper lanterns hanging from the red-lit oak tree at the center of the park for the moon. 

January 1, 2020 | Fiction

Invasion

Dan Stintzi

By the time he’d arrived at the Atwell Park Summer Solstice Festival, Bill Hannan was so high he mistook one of the paper lanterns hanging from the red-lit oak tree at the center of the park for the moon. 

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