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December 30, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Adam Ehrlich Sachs

Michael Deagler

I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.

December 29, 2016 | Poetry

Second Engine

Sarah Bates

I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.

December 28, 2016 | Interview

Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection

Mesha Maren

The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.

December 27, 2016 | Poetry

WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM

Emily Dhatt

Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.

December 26, 2016 | Fiction

O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun

Ryan Bloom

Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.

December 23, 2016 | Fiction

Old School

K.C. Frederick

This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.

December 22, 2016 | Poetry

ARRIVALS

Hayley Hudson

A Ford Explorer firetruck and a cul-de-sac basement had a birdbath at night.

December 18, 2016 |

A Crow's Tale

John Peacock

 

Check out John's previous Adventure Comics:

"I Need Your Boat"

"The Lucky Texan"

 

December 17, 2016 |

The Deleted

Sean Kilpatrick

Dialogue is not necessary

December 16, 2016 |

The Eyes of My Mother

Sean Kilpatrick

Rapturous VHS solitude

December 16, 2016 | Poetry

Four poems

Chris Gilmore







Deconstructionism

is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a

December 15, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kwame Opoku-Duku

grandma was real creole
man
BRIGHT bright

December 14, 2016 | Nonfiction

Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums

Steve Anwyll

I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.

December 14, 2016 | Poetry

Moon Poems

Leesa Cross-Smith






OUTLAW LOVE

I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in my flamingo
bedroom and a boy
would come to my

December 12, 2016 | Poetry

White Sands

Peter Shippy

After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.

December 9, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Louisa Ermelino

Michael Deagler

As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.

December 8, 2016 | Poetry

Transcendental with Reincarnation

Julianne Neely

Transcendental with Reincarnation 

I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/

December 7, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Daria Rae

By now you tell me how I feel.
You tell me
what I will do and how I will act.
You do the creating
for me,

December 7, 2016 | Fiction

The Participants

Mack Gelber

Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.

December 6, 2016 |

The Art of Fiction Lists

an interview with Chris Bachelder, by Aaron Burch

I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.

December 6, 2016 | Poetry

Maybe Rome Grew Tired

Tyler Atwood

I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.

December 5, 2016 | Fiction

Paris Review Accepted Story

Jimmy Chen

My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .

December 4, 2016 |

The Progress Review

TJ Murray

December 2, 2016 | Poetry

Four Poems

Carly Schweppe

What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?

December 1, 2016 | Nonfiction

All of Them Witches

Alex Ebel

The first seven years we dolled ourselves up as witches in black nylon and swampy grease paint.

November 30, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Karl Schroeder

I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem 

November 29, 2016 | Poetry

Comeuppance for the Good Old Boys at the El Club Scorpion

John Patrick McShea

Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.

November 29, 2016 |

Wow and Flutter #5: A1A

Tyler Koshakow

By the time Zoe and I started down the Overseas Highway, we had been living a nomadic lifestyle out of our 1995 Corolla for nearly four months. 

November 28, 2016 | Poetry

Election

Elizabeth Ellen

“I’m just excited that my first time voting in a presidential election was for a woman,” my daughter said

“yeah,” I said

“that’s so exciting,” I said

November 28, 2016 | Poetry

Balkanization

William Repass

What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.