November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction
Seasick
Christina Kapp
What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise.
November 12, 2019 |
Elvis
Richard LeBlond
It was revolution by music. The world would never be the same.
November 11, 2019 | Fiction
A Temporary Addiction
Michael Don
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
November 8, 2019 | Poetry
three poems
Marcy Rae Henry
seeds
when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume thru the air and try to touch
myself the way you touched me
too bad we met/never met
November 7, 2019 | Nonfiction
The Comet
Dan Higgins
I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”
November 4, 2019 | Poetry
Dean Young
Justin Jannise
I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your turtle is dead.
You failed to mention it and I failed
to
November 1, 2019 | Interview
Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan
Elle Nash
...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...
October 31, 2019 | Fiction
The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine
Helen McClory
Do you remember this one?
October 25, 2019 | Nonfiction
1994
Tom McAllister
Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.
October 22, 2019 |
Jokermen
Kent Kosack
The song on repeat, singing to Scout, for some reason stranded, standing on the patio table, dead-center, like a reanimated roast, and my father, drunk and shirtless, passed out in a pile of mulch in the yard.
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.
October 15, 2019 |
The Replacements
Remy Barnes
I hope you’re still unsatisfied. I hope you’re keeping your nose clean.
October 14, 2019 | Fiction
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.
October 11, 2019 | Poetry
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
October 8, 2019 |
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.
