June 12, 2020 | Fiction
Three Women I Almost Loved
Rebecca Fishow
She said: in my home, I want to feel at home. I want to feel as though I am swaddled in blanket, as though the walls pump food right to my gut. I water the plants, all seven or eight, some dying. I feed the cat
June 11, 2020 | Nonfiction
Drop Out
Hannah Carpino
You don’t see her for several years after that, minus a brief and sweet span of days that following summer, in your usual place. You play Bob Dylan’s Mama, You Been on My Mind squeezed on a piano bench with her.
June 10, 2020 | Fiction
Composite Characters
Erika Veurink
The first time I met Courtney, she told me she loved my ballet flats. We were wearing the same $14.99 shoes. She hated her curly hair and middle name and Democrats.
Gym Encounter
David Hii
Your gym is perhaps your favorite thing about Hattiesburg. Your student budget is tight, but you’ll manage to eek out thirty a month somehow—you have for the last three years.
In Isolation, I Am Morphing
Lyndsey C. Fox
The day before isolation, I celebrate my birthday, unwed, the first of its kind in my adult life, my divorce from a great man with whom I shared an OK eleven years, finalized by way of a $250 internet
Pluck
Adam Hughes
I’d spend the night there on Saturday nights, get up Sunday morning and drive to my church and preach. I didn’t find God because I wasn’t looking for him. I was looking for me but I didn’t find him either.
Holoceners
Kyle Kirshbom
1. Driving east on I-94 from 8:41 to 8:55 I saw brief glimpses of beauty.
An Interview with Amy Long
Haley Sherif
My favorite blurb about Amy Long's essay collection, Codependence, is Joshua Mohr saying: "Long leads her readers into emotional investigations and she has the courage to never flinch." To do what
Kulshi Bekhir
Kent Kosack
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning to the man in the seat beside me. Though he didn’t appear to speak English, he intuited my rejection. Loneliness, like love, is an international language.
Cuts Real Good
Jeff Burd
Maybe you can do this. It’s not your idea. But maybe.
Stay With Me, Rock My World
Hurley Winkler
I’d learned from Rock of Love that a diabetic’s rollercoaster blood sugar is a constant interruptor at best.
Making Weight (pt. 4)
Denny Connolly
Previously on...
Part 3 || Part 2 || Part 1 || Prologue
Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art"
Josh Sippie
The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.
re-learning life at the end of May
Haley Winkle
last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight
Moon Wishes
Flo Au
In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.
The Pros & Cons of Breaking Up with a Boyfriend while He’s at Sea
Tyler Friend
Your boyfriend was the first...
Nudes Story
Sean Thor Conroe
He couldn’t yet do the thing he’d learned to, of establishing some authority by playfully, sweetly infantilizing her. By appealing to the equalizing, mutual infantilization of early love baby talk.
The Many Panics of This Century
Ansley Clark
Deep inside some problem of self-perception / a face believes...
The Town Dump
Sam Price
I was at a party, one of those parties where everyone is drinking heavily, like they are trying to accomplish something. Me, I was trying to calm my nerves. I don’t know what anyone else’s end goal
Me Wrapped Up, In 25 Feet
Jeanene Harlick
I was the only person in my family this level of depravity happened to.
Traces
Hailey Danielle
I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.