November 7, 2018 | Fiction
A Good And Simple Life
Oliver Zarandi
The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.
November 6, 2018 | Fiction
The Ass is a Hole Where The Light Gets In
Jon Lindsey
This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house.
November 5, 2018 | Fiction
A Story To Spit On
Sebastian Castillo
A bald eagle was shot directly above my head, mid-flight, and its feathers rested gently on my scalp for the rest of geological time.
All Our Italian Friends Are Dead
Fawzy Zablah
I was so broke I went to see my mother.
Merchandiser
Derick Dupre
Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.
To The Princesses I've Broken
Chelsea Sheneman
From The Happiest Place On Earth
The Cure.
Lauren Grabowski
It took a month of working together for Luke to start talking to me.
spell for electron microscopes
Maya Jewell Zeller
spell for electron microscopes/ for silicate minerals & landfills
if my friends say you are a cell tower & I am a bird
if when I say I dream of archaeology what I mean is you
Touching Strangers
Tamara Adelman
The door is open, I said, just come in.
Driving Through Colorado, Listening to the Radio, Thinking of My Father Again
Sophie Klahr
Well look, the radio says ...
After the Call about My Dad’s House Burning Down
Guy Choate
Liz and I sit up with a start.
My Mother Left Me
Anastasia Selby
An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.
We Get Pregnant
Diana Clarke
We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.
Autopsy
Whitney Lee
We met in the pathology suite ––me the medical student––you the corpse.
Automatic For The People
Andrew M. Howard
I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.
Construction of a Last Ditch Garden
Devan Collins Del Conte
One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.
Four poems
Lauren Stroh
TO LOUISIANA
I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me
Notes On Scarring
Jonathan Gleason
The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.
For A Small Donation This Woven Basket Can Be Yours
Jared Shaffer
Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood.
It's Just A Flower
Olivia Gunning
“We need a gift that’s really her,” I said. “Really Sophia.”
“Could you define her?”
“A truly independent mind, a renovator, a cultivator.”
Three Poems
Erika Walsh
Treat
I want to be rewarded for my good thoughts. My good purchase. I want free shipping. Gentle handling. I buy eyeliner. The felt tip, and pointed. I want someone to clap. I buy steel boots. I
The Day Morgan Freeman Nearly Crashed Into Our House
Sarah E. Ruhlen
I flipped on the lights, turned up the furnace, and cranked some Stevie Wonder.
Orangeville
William Squirrell
Since they had moved to Orangeville, Trudy found she could no longer distinguish Kevin from other men.
three poems
Isaac Ginsberg Miller
Cosmogony
In January the birds awakened mid-
flight. In February the bats left
their cave and we called it abandoned.
In March a civilization arose
and fell. In April a ream of gauze
unfurled,
The Collapse of Bee Colonies
Meg Pokrass
On the morning of my sixteenth birthday I made a list of stuff I didn't believe in anymore.
Five poems
Alyse Knorr
scare tactics
I grew hands by the dozen
I was a generalized reaching
clasping monster it was
not a dream shared or
otherwise it was neither
yours nor mine nor ours
the scariest




