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May 31, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Lisa Low

I carve horses out of watermelon. I swallow / fish eyes like gum drops. I pray under / neon chandeliers, string chrysanthemum / in my hair. 

May 31, 2017 | Fiction

Osmin's Drinks

Joshua Bohnsack

Preparation:

- In pint glass, pour Rumchata over ice. 

- Top with Dr. Pepper or Root Beer, whichever he is feeling.

- Drink through a straw.

May 30, 2017 | Fiction

Three Short Fictions

Ryan Bender-Murphy

I knocked your socks off and away they went into another neighborhood, city, state, country, world, and dimension. 

May 30, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ruby Brunton

i think i was an onion in a former life / i think you chopped me / lord how high were we last night

May 29, 2017 | Fiction

Gravel

Shannon Heffernan

“You should have a drink,” she said.

 

“I’m going to be alone forever,” I said.

May 27, 2017 | Fiction

Please Interact with This Advertisement

Benjamin Brandenburg

Your content will resume after you answer a brief survey.

 

How many movies have you seen in theater so far this year?

0

1-5

6-10

11 or more

 

….

 

With whom

May 26, 2017 | Fiction

The Storm

Zeke Perkins

A lot of people had just given up.  Other people had made survival plans.  Schmitty and his folks were holing up in their basement with shotguns and rations.  He asked if I wanted to join them as he was allowed to bring one friend.  

"This isn't like going to Hershey Park, Schmitty," I told him, "I'm staying with my family."

May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

May 25, 2017 | Fiction

Inside The Happiness Factory

Jeremy T. Wilson

The baby is adorable, and I wish she really was mine, I was really hers, and this was a picture my wife took, my beautiful blue-eyed wife and my beautiful blue-eyed baby.

May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

May 23, 2017 | Interview

An Interview With Christine Sneed

Michael Deagler

I think everyone has heard this a lot but it’s still true — read with curiosity and hunger — reading is as important as writing, more important, probably, when you’re first starting to write.

May 23, 2017 | Fiction

Knocking

Tiffany Jimenez

Allen says I haven’t got a voice on me, and so I’ve been trying to come up with special lyrics that only a voice like mine could sing. The last time I shared one of them, Allen said he couldn’t hear anything past the faucet. 

May 22, 2017 |

Three Poems

Lori Jakiela

Growing up I never saw road kill. / A government worker was paid / to take the bodies away / and nobody’s day was ruined by death.

May 22, 2017 | Fiction

The Pie Toxicity Scale

Leyna Krow

On a Tuesday morning in May, everyone in Spokane, Washington woke to the smell of pie. It was blueberry – sugary with a hint of vanilla. 

May 18, 2017 |

Raw

Sean Kilpatrick

USE THE SCREAMBOX

May 18, 2017 | Fiction

The Bird

Sandra Jensen

‘There are so many damaged birds,’ he said, spreading jam on his sourdough toast. 

‘I haven’t seen that many,’ I said. 

‘Well, I have,’ he said. ‘And I was just too tired to do what we did for that seagull.’

May 17, 2017 |

Colossal

Sean Kilpatrick

Spoilers

May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

May 16, 2017 | Fiction

Fame

Siamak Vossoughi

 "I was thinking about how famous we were as kids."

     "Who?"

     "All of us."

     This was why she liked having him in her bed, Alice thought.

May 16, 2017 | Interview

An Interview with Rebecca Schiff 

Michael Deagler

I don’t have any goals except to make the reader think and feel. What they think and feel is up to them. 

May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

May 15, 2017 | Fiction

The End of the World and Karate 

Al Dixon

On the way home from picking up my brother at the airport, I stopped for a hitchhiker. I’d never picked up a hitchhiker before. I think I did it because my brother was with me, Julian. It was the kind of thing Julian would do.

May 13, 2017 | Fiction

White Dwarf Seeks Red Giant for Binary Orbit

Samantha Edmonds

We’ll have more in common than you’d think—after all, we’re both main sequence stars, I’m just a few million years ahead of you. 

May 12, 2017 | Fiction

Imaginary Jenn

Kevin Maloney

In 2007, I was catfished by a homely woman from Arkansas masquerading as a 5’10” blonde bombshell named “Jenn.” Before you judge me, remember that this was ten years ago.

May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

May 10, 2017 | Fiction

The Coming

Siobhan Welch

And tbh, I seriously doubt Jesus wants me to die a virgin. 

May 9, 2017 | Fiction

My Dying Neighbor Stole Our Pie

Alex Schuman

You’re always told to do the right thing and stand-up to evil, but can a, old dying woman who lies about being offered pie constitute as evil? I thought yes.

May 9, 2017 | Interview

Daytime Is The Greatest: An Interview with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri

Elle Nash

I read the first half of Dust Bunny City (Disorder Press, 2017) at a party, while I was sober. Men were playing darts, making tiny dart holes in the rented apartment walls. I watched them throw darts and cheer and try to teach me how to play, and then drunkenly play with the dogs in the house and then went back to my reading.

May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

May 8, 2017 | Fiction

Incision

Eric Bosse

“Go outside,” I say, and I settle in with my coffee and my laptop. “Notice how real-world birds aren’t actually angry.”