October 23, 2015 | Poetry
from Big Man
Michael Marberry
So I retired and wrote a book, / called games for NBC. / But I was far too fond of drink / and prone to anarchy, / my own damn anarchy.
October 21, 2015 | Fiction
What to Say and How to Say It
Miles Klee
The apartment listing, spare and direct, stood apart from the exclamation points that forested her vision.
October 20, 2015 | Poetry
Five Poems
Jim Warner
The cops catch your friend, bullet belt and pants around his ankles. Chain link fence skins your back. Your ankle grinds like burnt clutch on your girlfriend’s Jeep. She keeps a pair of dog tags in her apron. There is a divot in her hipbone.
Digger Duane
Dan Leach
I came by to talk. Figured it was time to fix a few things.
Mistress America
Sean Kilpatrick
...darling Jennifer Jason Leigh. An actress who knows pain and ain’t fucking around. I miss her for his art. Margot at the Wedding is devastating. It is pursed-lips mean. You can’t measure its parsimony on heart.
Swaingrove
Adam McOmber
Here, in the green glass light of the parlor, Swaingrove cultivates its memories.
Interview with Lincoln Michel
Jessica Thompson
I just finished reading Upright Beasts. I adored it. Thank you for writing the stories and putting them together in a collection. First, I'd like to talk about surveillance, a theme that is heavy
thought experiments
Lucy Tiven
in the movies the alcoholic always swims alone in the dark
I am not saying the clarity is a hoax, just that it is a bit expensive
The GwalaCost // Ep. 1
Jordan Castro
Jordan Castro's thoughts re: Young Thug's Slime Season and Drake/Future's What A Time To Be Alive in the first installment of his new column re: rap & rap-related things, "The GwalaCost."
Bellerium
Soili Smith
Gary Coleman walks into a bar and says something sassy, but the bartender’s a bear, so instead of replying he stands on a big rubber ball and juggles. There’s a song maybe too, in the foreground perhaps, something an organist might feel inclined to play.
Thirteen Halves of the Story
Michelle Dove
E says the sky is fuller today and I say it isn’t. Meaning we aren’t significant so why would our surroundings be.
Three Poems
Jose Hernandez Diaz
By the time I hang up, the goats turn into Roger Clemens and Pedro Martinez. We smoke my last cigarettes, the three of us.
Don't Bother
Erick Saenz
When it’s my turn to order coffee I look anywhere but her eyes and whisper “soy latte” like it’s a secret. When she asks my name I tell her. It doesn’t matter how you spell it.
*
The
Some Thoughts Re: "Slang"
Jordan Castro
Jordan Castro writes some jumbled thoughts re: "slang" then writes about some words that he likes...
Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Jaws
Matt Sailor
Roy Scheider is afraid of the water. He has been his whole life. It’s a difficult one to explain, especially considering the life he’s chosen: chief of police for a beach community on a small
Chappie / Snowpiercer / Alien 5
Sean Kilpatrick
If you’re of the age to have returned that difficult game (I’m too trapped nowhere between gen Xers and millennials to pipe up about this or anything, though I favor the X for its aesthetic absurdities pluming in the early-to-mid 90s culture that raised me), or are of the mindset to grouse at the receipt for any difficult entertainment, then your whole life is probably you snitching on yourself under the guise of being genuine, and you should continue to embrace your deciphered and dimensionally rounded community of bullshit Star Wars enthusiasm which predominately infects the arts (or get fucked in your ball cap).
Thighs of Nymphs
Vi Khi Nao
Magnolia, Ambrosio, Valance stand still as three pillars. Amongst the ruins of the Roman Empire.
Human Resources
Peter Kispert
So here’s Anthony, twelve years later. He’s got this white pin on his right breast that reads MY INTERESTS ARE: ANIMALS & POSITIVITY.
Five Poems
Annalise Mabe
Faith is a party you weren’t invited to, and God is a man
in a sheet with poked eyes to see;
you want to believe.
You Told Me I Looked Good
Meredith Turits
You slept for a few hours after that, but I stayed awake, mostly wondering why you hadn’t yet scraped the popcorn texture off of the ceiling in your house.
Virtual Element
John Charles Wolf
The bodies under there, in the corridor, were at an ends; by the time each person entered the airport, their desires were all set about the rooms like a seasoned, wet palette.
Make It Quick
Melissa Gutierrez
The most comfortable place I have ever been is lying on my back on a massage table at the front of a room of the Embassy Suites Ontario Airport in Southern California. I was naked from the waist