Showing results for May, 2017
Him Hiccup, Me Yawn
Florence Gonsalves
“Fine, but I get full custody of the mustache,” I said, once we’d finished dividing up all of our things: him Chipotle, me The Red Hot Chili Peppers, him macramé, me black clothing.
Dirty Socks
Sean Higgins
Danielson sells his dirty socks to perverts on the internet.
Five Poems
Bud Smith
Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.
Jackalope Run
CJ Hauser
She’s going to be an artist, he told your parents, and he wasn’t wrong, even if you couldn’t hack it in New York.
The Sculptor
Ryan K. Jory
Mom says new husbands are like circus peanuts. They go stale after a few weeks, and she wonders, Why the hell do I keep buying these things? I don’t even like them.
Open Your Heart
Erika Kleinman
When we first met in the early ‘90s, we had stage names. She went by Kali and I went by Olivia.
Strawberry Is Learning To Fly
Mariya Poe
Who says islands needs water? he asked. Mine is a tree island. It’s something surrounded by something different.
Relisted
Josh Olsen
For the third time in as many months, I received an automated email from ebay, stating, “An item you’ve been watching has been relisted.”
