February 5, 2020 | Poetry
sorry for taking
Patrycja Humienik
so long to call back
the first time the phone
rang i was beneath a
bridge when you rang
again the roar of cars and
cargo... more
February 4, 2020 | Nonfiction
After the Agony of Life
Megan Williams
In the book Les Misérables, it is not raining while Eponine dies. She is simply bleeding so much that she believes it is raining. So saturated in blood that her brain belies reason.
February 3, 2020 | Nonfiction
On Malcolm Lowry
Robert Stone
Two thousand nine is the centennial year of Malcolm Lowry, the British novelist and poet, whose extraordinary novel Under the Volcano appeared in 1947. Lowry’s first version of it was a loosely constructed story about Britons who witness a violent crime in Mexico.
February 1, 2020 | My First...
My First Dirty Magazine: A Roadside Stash
Blake Kimzey
What stands out in my memory now is the silence in that barn.
January 31, 2020 | Fiction
Vonnegut’s Velvet-Clawed Hawk
Kristin Bonilla
I can see him weakening, even if he can’t.
January 31, 2020 | Nonfiction
You Against You
James Yates
If Clubber Lang just chilled out, he would’ve been in Rocky’s corner, too.
January 30, 2020 | Nonfiction
Vestigial
Claire Hodgdon
Privacy, he called it, in my house full of men. Otherwise: quarantine.
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 29, 2020 | Poetry
I Would Be a Better Woman If I Were Dumber or Nicer
Carrie Murphy
People are always saying...
January 28, 2020 | Nonfiction
A Kind of Miracle
Evan Senie
Marlon, breath puffing out in the cool morning air, says to no one that if the students cry, he will cry too. This isn’t a process you want to see again through new eyes.
January 27, 2020 | Poetry
Go Big or Go Home
Michael Meyerhofer
Here come the ones who chose / the second option...
January 25, 2020 | My First...
My First Porn Video
Adeniyi Ademoroti
You would have believed on the screen was where my attention stayed.
January 23, 2020 | Nonfiction
A Problem of Vertigo
Elizabeth Horneber
Recently, I told my mother that I used to climb out of the bathroom window in the upstairs and crawl out onto the chimney ledge, where one slip of the ankle, knee, wrist, and I would have fallen three stories onto cement. Perhaps it began as another peace offering—I was trying to amuse her.
January 21, 2020 | Fiction
If I Took Them
Jiordan Castle
I’m not trying to justify myself. I’m trying to tell you something.
January 20, 2020 |
Jászárokszállás, Hungary, or Anywhere, USA
Annell López
You didn't ask for it then. You're not asking for it now.
January 18, 2020 | My First...
My First Real Sneakers
Christian Aguiar
There was no way you could have a pair of Nikes and get clowned.
January 16, 2020 | Fiction
More Filling Than Berries
Katherine O’Hara
Mississippi Man and I been dating for a few months now and we ain’t said it yet.
January 15, 2020 | Nonfiction
Pink
Tammy Delatorre
There was a yearning in me for her soft whiteness, which went powdery pink in her most private of places.
January 14, 2020 | Poetry
All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
Alec Prevett
I want to be remembered like this: taut...
January 14, 2020 | Fiction
AirBnB (St. Louis)
Sean Ennis
Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?
