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September 9, 2016 | Fiction

Descent Against Carbon Dark

Jason Namey

For the past month Wrat, a man removed from the dogtooth of language, had been hearing a scratching, needling noise clip the outmost walls.

September 8, 2016 | Poetry

The Agency of the Universe and Everything In It

Geoff Bouvier

I put on underpants and pants and socks and shirts in the same sequence every day

 
September 7, 2016 | Interview

Exploring Remains: An Interview with Lucy K. Shaw

Elle Nash

I was retroactively making a story out of a time in my life when I was interested in writing, wanted to ‘be a writer’, but didn’t necessarily have the skills or direction to actually pull it off.

September 7, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mikko Harvey

When he sees me seeing him, he starts to cry.

September 6, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jacob Bennett

Do you think

you’ll be around for dinner tonight?

Susan’s making shepherd’s pie.

September 5, 2016 | Fiction

Dead Squirrel

Ben L. Ziegler

On the job site one morning they found a dead squirrel. There was no indication of what had killed it.

September 2, 2016 | Poetry

Place Time

Christos Kalli

In theory, Hell in winter must be great.

September 1, 2016 | Interview

Interview with Sara Majka

Michael Deagler

But the true malevolence of Majka’s world—the thing that traps her characters in a state of lifelong discontent—most often manifests in mundane hauntings: regret and remorse, vanished love and vanished youth, feelings of dislocation and the inability to belong

August 31, 2016 | Nonfiction

Autocorrecting The Lyric I

Elizabeth Powell

I understand this. This is what made me psychic. This is what makes images arrive on the doorstep with a bindle over the shoulder made of red bandana. Each man is the last man.

August 29, 2016 | Fiction

Eight Scenes from the Life of a Professional Raven

Tom McAllister

When my team scores a touchdown, I have a few seconds in the spotlight to do my dance, to captivate the crowd. I pretend in front of my flock that I don’t enjoy it but I do. I am more vain than I let on

August 26, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Wasson

a glass/ bottle containing/ the letter I/ wrote: it starts/ with the birthday/ of your first/ born

August 25, 2016 | Poetry

Five Poems

Kylan Rice

I’d’ve led him by the wrist. Still but blinding four pm/ back home blazed against the glass.

August 24, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kate Monica

II. 
A girl and a girl are in love or planning to be.

August 22, 2016 | Interview, Nonfiction

An Interview With Christopher Boucher

Adam Novy

Christopher Boucher’s new novel, Golden Delicious (Melville House), is a kind of referendum on all we presently hold dear in fiction. Its emotional hold on the reader is very strong, but its avant-garde methods critique those special effects by explaining what they’re doing to your feelings while they do it, which somehow only makes the book more sad.

August 19, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sayuri Ayers

Under haze of junior-prom fog machines,
       my cells pulsed with
              non-senescence

August 18, 2016 | Poetry

The City of Subdued Excitement Endures Mercury in Retrograde

Kat Finch

Your hand had never fully formed, a shadow made of lint & oil. Decades pass, divination is still predicated on how long a candle lasts, how long tea sits in a cup. Coffee? I never touch the stuff.

August 18, 2016 |

THE ADDERALL DIARIES

Sean Kilpatrick

Acting isn’t enough anymore. They should have to hurt themselves.

August 17, 2016 |

GHOSTBUSTERS 2016

Sean Kilpatrick

Please don't leave me to my joysticks!

August 16, 2016 | Fiction

Formerly Dante's

Kate Jayroe

Mama Vincenzo’s Ristorante Italiano is located in hell

August 15, 2016 | Nonfiction

On Failing: Rocky Versus Rambo

Carmen Schober

I have a thing for droopy-eyed men.

August 11, 2016 | Poetry

Pin the Tail on the Predator

Stevie Edwards

here were girls who sank/ a thousand leagues beneath his hips/ and never bobbed back for air. I came ashore/ in a body of my own, crooked gate/ and piano fingers

August 10, 2016 | Fiction

Hugs, Handshakes, Goodbyes

Ashton Politanoff

Bill and Mary were leaving because Mary felt old, when a woman’s hand fell on his shoulder.

August 9, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Homeless

A sky
like an enormous
Friedrich Nietzsche-looking
manhole cover
tries to explain your mind
to you.

August 5, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Catch Business

i challenge my body/ wearing all white/ i lay down/ only to need to sit up/ i lay down i wish i was/ my own alarm

August 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Cloudburst

Jaya Wagle

I won’t apologize for trying to forget the days I spent with you, riding pillion on your Honda, inhaling Bombay’s foggy polluted streets, sitting on rickety wooden benches of hole-in-the-wall Indo-Chinese joints, slurping Szechwan noodles and sipping Tom Yum soup, strolling on Juhu’s wet sandy beaches, letting the ocean wash our feet.

August 2, 2016 | Fiction

Solicitations

Benjamin Woodard

Two weeks after the scientist’s freak exposure, a man in black arrived at his front step. It was the weekend, and the man in black brought with him a gift: a jumble of neon material he removed from

August 1, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Amie Barrodale

Michael Deagler

The goal of short fiction is up for debate, but it seems to me that, if a story has a single job, it is to subvert the expectations of the reader.

July 29, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Scott Miles

Tonight a boy goes to a field where he knows a horse has died.

July 27, 2016 | Poetry

B(Earth)day

Matthew Schmidt

I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.

I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,

you have so many hills.

July 26, 2016 |

Wow and Flutter #4: Be Thankful for What You Got

Tyler Koshakow

I make him coffee, I make hot chocolate for his kids, and sometimes I buy his weed.