Posts by Tara Van De Mark

December 1, 2020 | Fiction

Acknowledgment

Tara Van De Mark

Dan disowned my sister and me via email a year ago

November 25, 2020 | Poetry

Significant Tornadoes

Carmen E Brady

Many days I realize my dreams are fiction half way through.

November 18, 2020 | Poetry

Rocky Lives in My Head Rent Free

Julia Do

in this one you’re a six foot / two hundred pound prize

November 17, 2020 | Fiction

A Problem Set

Lauren D. Woods

Why did Train A leave while Train B was still getting ready?

November 17, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sarah Layden

"Why This Pregnant Woman Walked Out of a Subway Restaurant in Tears" and "The Return of Sad Beck, Thank God"

November 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lotte Mitchell Reford

"A Diaristic Quality but Everything Is Still Gone" and "Jonas Mekas at the Tate Modern"

November 8, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Bulldagger

Andrea Routley

I like sex in fiction to be full of ambivalence—undeniable lust mixed with doubt or disgust. I have done things with lovers I don’t want to tell anyone. 

November 8, 2020 |

Words Fail, Chapter 1c: Fighting the Fog

​Angus Woodward

Previously on...

Chapter 1a: Converging
Chapter 1b: Crisis 

 

 

November 5, 2020 | Nonfiction

Why Look For the Animals?

Alexandria Peary

In contrast to wild animals, pets are timelines left on the floor. These models of accelerated, abridged lives can be found to the right of the Lazy Boy and the magazine rack.

October 30, 2020 | Fiction

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

Brandon Sanchez

I’m standing on top of Drew Barrymore’s star and the song’s issuing from a hot-purple Sony boom box someone set up a few feet away.

October 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Leg

D.T. Robbins

If you cut my leg and peel away the muscle, there’s a family living inside

October 23, 2020 | Fiction

Lenore, 30

Mark Daniel Taylor

“Hey, are you up?”

October 22, 2020 | Poetry

notes on archiving erasure

Saida Agostini

love does not begin and end the way we think it does. love is a battle; love is a war; love is a growing up
      -James Baldwin

when i say
I love my family
what i mean
is i worship
the

October 20, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Satya Dash

to survive
tenacious teeth held their nerve

October 20, 2020 |

Chances Are

KJ Shepherd

It’s funny: I don’t recall ever hearing music around you, not in the condo and certainly not in the trailer.

October 19, 2020 | Poetry

IN WHICH THE WHITE WOMAN ON MY THESIS DEFENSE ASKS ME ABOUT WITNESS

Noor Hindi

1. And what does it mean to witness yourself, on television, dying?

            a. I no longer watch the news.
            b. I’ve exhausted every mirror in my home searching for my

October 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Mixed Signals

Albert Abonado

I didn’t have my brother Patrick’s phone number until after my parents had been in a car accident.

October 18, 2020 |

Thirtieth of May

Brandon Sanchez

Gender in the Long 19th Century ends at 4 p.m., which leaves enough time to raid the liquor store on Cowley Road. A and K and I go early, J and S join later.

October 15, 2020 |

Pilgrimage

Caroline Galdi

The driver laughed when you couldn’t pronounce the name of your destination. It’s a cobblestoned European town the same as every other cobblestoned European town you’ve seen so far.

October 12, 2020 | Fiction

Show Me Your Parents

Cody Lee

I remember when my parents first told me.