October 21, 2019 | Poetry
San Francisco Municipal Bus Routes 43 & 38R
Steven Duong
July yawns. Flashes its grills...
October 19, 2019 | Nonfiction
The Sharp Edge of the Crayon
Anna Laird Barto
At last our molars burst forth from the gum and we emerged from the rose-colored womb of our first grade classroom.
The Replacements
Remy Barnes
I hope you’re still unsatisfied. I hope you’re keeping your nose clean.
Bird In Love
Kelsey Ipsen
When it is morning morning I dress myself in nice human clothes. I am ready to leave the garden, but I do not leave the garden.
from Knock It Off
Tara Boswell-Ramirez
When your father and I found out you were a boy I remembered the time in my early twenties a co-worker at my first restaurant job invited me out for a drink with the crew after our shift. He drove me
Imaginos
Sean Gill
There’s a complex mythology to this album, one that plunges the BÖC back catalogue into a cauldron of secret histories and magick mirrors and extraterrestrial visitors.
We’re Required to Do These Things Just as Salmon Swim Upstream
Carling Berkhout
Do us in quick, I begged, do me easy.
Soy La Teacher
Myriam Gurba
SOMETIMES WHITE PEOPLE THINK THAT YELLING FACILITATES LANGUAGE ACQUISITION.
Apologies
Courtney Cook
Dear ,
I’m sorry that on your birthday you lost all your money gambling while I made $250.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: I Hope Your Parents Are Proud
Joseph Horton
We have not seen Mark for the rest of the season, confirming my steadfast belief that he was either a criminal masquerading as an employee or an employee who was immediately fired once his conduct towards an Access Member and celebrated Hobart columnist was discovered.
The Bottom of the Order: Every Fifth Day
Andrew Forbes
THE SEATTLE MARINERS' history is one long tale of woe studded with infrequently dazzling displays of capability, with all of it adding up to exactly zero championships. I say this as someone who has
Chemistry Lesson
Stewart Schley
That chorus, the coda of “Famous Last Words,” which closes the album except for the gimmick bonus “Blood,” pretty much saved me.
500 Words on Immortality
Dimitry Saïd Chamy
Only 498 words remain. So, let's turn to death.
The Contest
Margaret Sherwin
From the time I was seven until I started taking Seroquel, an anti-psychotic, I had this unending feeling of doom. ‘My go to’, be that of death.
Three Poems
Fiona Helmsley
I kept my thoughts about Bitchface Becky to myself
but then Beyoncé did something magical
The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon
Sarah Broussard Weaver
Our waitress bustles around smiling a strangely huge smile for this boring work night. My boyfriend Nick and I don’t follow football and weren’t invited to any parties, and since most Texans are either holding or attending parties the place is pretty deserted. After the waitress brings our waters she follows her normal script and asks if we want to try a signature TGI Fridays drink, but her eyes keep dancing to the bar behind us.
Delete All Future Events
Brian Bartels
Perhaps we are simply trying to figure out how to stay inside a relationship – our relationship – and figure out how to physically exit the space we currently inhabit and enter another.
My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System
David Armand
My wife and kids and I are driving around in New Orleans, not too far from where I spent the first years of my life and then the occasional week during the summer when I stayed with my grandmother
‘Getting Cancelled Means You Are Permanently Working Class’: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Brian Allen Carr
Elizabeth Ellen
When I was younger, if you had a hard time following rules, you became an artist.
Now, if you have a hard time following rules, you become an entrepreneur.
People in the literary world follow rules the most.
Quick Stop
Christina Drill
I was seventeen, so he was a man — had I been older, maybe not.
Life Selector: You Take Control
Sasha Graybosch
Show her face to the camera. Put your finger in her mouth.