January 7, 2022 | Poetry
Kiss Me Thru The Phone
Mary Beth Becker
KISS ME THRU THE PHONE
trembling string between two cans
across town fry-gravel longing compressed voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you I don't know how it happens-
January 4, 2022 | Nonfiction
New to Running
Eleanor Howell
We are always looking for something to cure us of the pain of being made of fallible meat.
January 3, 2022 | Fiction
Absent Goras
Avee Chaudhuri
The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.
I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me
Mee
The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.
Rumination After Informing the Vet Staff Their Panera Bread Order Was Sitting on the Counter
Kelsey Zimmerman
So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the
The Abstinence Card
Erik Martinez
It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie
By Hook Or By Crook
Miss Unity
I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)
The Day The Billionaire Exploded
Joe Marczynski
When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.
It Almost Kills Me
Preeti Vangani
...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids...
(Not) A Story About New York
Kelsey Swintek
It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh.
When I toss
Frequent Utilizer Protocol
Eric Tran
...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...
F-Words
Mark Foss
The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.
Act of God
Suzanne Manizza Roszak
It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.
Owed to 3C Hair
Mya Matteo Alexice
o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...
Daughter of Ants
Natasha Ayaz
His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.
A Medication Guide
Vanessa Garza
Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand.
Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We
Sandra Beasley
But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.
The Reformer
Claudia Ross
I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.
Sylvère Lotringer is dead
Danielle Chelosky
Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Grind That Wave
Joseph Horton
I’ve been told by plenty of people in this first year of parenthood that having a child is like having your heart outside your body. This always sounds to me like a horcrux.
The Weather in Minnesota
James Sullivan
Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.
After the Drunk Guy at The Cellar Asked If I Spoke Arabic
Bryce Berkowitz
How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.




