Posts by Nidhi Agrawal
Three Poems
John B. Oldenborg
What’s your name? Like an oak
I want to carve a heart
into our washing machine.
My Brief, Disastrous Attempt at Polyamory
Audrey W.
We started as open, NOT poly. This was a very important distinction to us, despite not having a working definition of either types of relationships. It was, we both agreed, substantially less cringe
“A magpie for weird”: Jessie Gaynor on her debut novel The Glow
Anna Dorn
Definitely one poet holdover is just being a magpie for weird
UNDER PRESSURE
Willow Loveday Little
Mysterious beauty spot the farra on cheek.
Rita
Mike Day
By March of 2016, my cousin Josh and I were practically flat broke. We’d been having an incestuous and adulterous affair, one that elevated his title to “cuzband” (he hated that term). Four years
American Made
Anthony Gedell
The great neon calamity of his own life exhausts him.
Consume(d)
Lindsay Forbes Brown
One night I was so drunk, I couldn’t feel my face.
No Such Thing As Florida
Franklin Schneider
Everything would be fine, sort of, if she could close this deal.
Ruth Madievsky on her "vibe-based" novel All-Night Pharmacy
Anna Dorn
Ruth Madievsky’s debut novel All-Night Pharmacy has everything I want from a book: a toxic sister relationship, countless nights at a seedy LA nightclub, and an unexpected sapphic romance. After her
Among the Visigoths
David Nutt
There is a strength of purpose, I suppose, a fortitude and integrity, in simply admitting yourself to be a malevolent presence skulking the dingy alleyways of your own life.
Filial, your father said
Cameron Darc
Right away we shared amphetamines. He fed them to me to keep me awake.
The Peyote Warrior of Window Rock
Scott Laudati
You have to keep in mind this is a true story, and the events I’m about to describe took place before 2006 in a desert land which I’ve never been able to find again on any map. And years later, when I
I’ve Started to Think
Kenzy El-Mohandes
Loud noises bother me. Crunching on chips. What did they do five hundred years ago when they didn’t have chips? They ate grapes. Quietly.
Three Poems
Šari Dale
Dexedrine,
obedient beauty,
a low-calorie
alternative
for excess.