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Three Poems photo
January 22, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Nathan Wade Carter

I sip red wine and weed / and deface anything that looks like me

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach photo
January 19, 2018 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach

Steve Anwyll

Had a little accident last night Stevie, my boss yells. Tote fell over in the back of a truck. Someone's gotta clean up all that fish. I turn my head from him. Stare off out passed the end of the harbour. Where the horizon and Lake Eerie meet. Dissolve into one another. The breeze in my hair. Thinking why me?

The Suitcase photo
January 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Suitcase

Helen Hofling

It’s enough just to know that they’re out there. .

Dance! photo
January 17, 2018 | Fiction

Dance!

Genevieve Hudson

People became a mob and the mob circled her, gnashed their teeth and lashed their arms as if to say, Dance! Dance! Dance! They wanted a concert! Another song! Dance, Connie, dance!

Two Poems photo
January 16, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Nooks Krannie

montreal in the seventh month of winter my hair was orange, an apricot graffiti zig-zagged along broken threads you parked... more

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa photo
January 15, 2018 | Fiction

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa

Danielle Lea Buchanan

Tongue hasn’t left its .276 square foot efficiency studio apartment in three weeks. To discourage visitors due... more

2 Stories photo
January 12, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Carla Diaz

There Never Was a Mainland We burned fast that summer. The boats had stopped coming. The water kept us there. That’s the thing... more

My Literal Demons photo
January 12, 2018 | Nonfiction

My Literal Demons

Frances Chiem

There are very few places in suburban, quasi-rural Eastern Washington to privately banish a demon when you’re a teen witch still living in your parents’ house. 

Bio-Baby photo
January 11, 2018 | Fiction

Bio-Baby

Melissa Ragsly

In the bag the child swam and twirled and stopped long enough to meet the eyes of the camera. 

Three Poems photo
January 11, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

James Croal Jackson

SUSHI umami fish in dead cold sticky rice clings to gum. take another slab– tell yourself you are the ocean, that... more

Everything After photo
January 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

Everything After

Chloe Caldwell

After I finished the reading, I waited a couple minutes, browsing books, until I left the bookstore - alone. All the women who’d watched me, who were so supportive, so attractive, were huddled in a group. They were friends, they were a community.

Interview with Jill McDonough photo
January 10, 2018 | Interview

Interview with Jill McDonough

Daniel Pieczkolon

Thank you for calling that curiosity “innocent.”  I like the sense of “innocent" as “guileless,” rather than “not-guilty,” since the poems sketch both our ignorance and our complicity.  I

Melon photo
January 9, 2018 | Fiction

Melon

Kieran Mundy

My sheets got dripped on. We didn’t finish all of it. I fell asleep with the taste of it dried around my lips. Sweet, for a little.

 
Sennah Yee in Conversation with Guillaume Morissette photo
January 9, 2018 | Interview

Sennah Yee in Conversation with Guillaume Morissette

Guillaume Morissette

Toronto-based writer Sennah Yee’s first collection, How Do I Look?, is quick-witted, lucid, observant and constantly rewarding. Though her book is technically classified as poetry, her pieces feel more like vignettes to me, mini-stories and personal anecdotes that seem to be examining their feelings in real time, tackling in the process a wide range of topics such as mythological figures, the movie MulanThe Sims, sexual awakenings, microaggressions, Grand Theft Auto 5, being Chinese-Canadian and much more.

Suggestion / Fight photo
January 8, 2018 | Poetry

Suggestion / Fight

Mikaela Grantham

Suggestion new boyfriend says he’s worried. new boyfriend says i should stop saying credit cards are just free money. new... more

3 Poems photo
January 5, 2018 | Poetry

3 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I finally tore Bluets in half @ 12:50 a.m.
I had had enough of it, of its blueness…
I had begun to loathe its preciousness, its precision
What it represents -
Its fans, the copycats

Two Poems photo
January 5, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Inga Lea Schmidt

Chicken à la King I bit. We bred a snoutless dog to lead us to the prize. We groomed ourselves with yearning floss.... more

In the 70s Everyone, Including Mannequins, Had Nipples photo
January 4, 2018 | Nonfiction

In the 70s Everyone, Including Mannequins, Had Nipples

Lynn Schmeidler

Once upon a time there was no sex, but sex was everywhere: in Laura's 6th grade locker with her roll-on deodorant, in Dr. Davidson's walk—slow and tight-calved, in Mr. Robinson's guitar—Cat Steven's "Wild Worldeach afternoon before the bell, in Mrs. Roger's wavy, knee- length red hair—smelling of Wella Balsam and cigarettes. 

Woman photo
January 3, 2018 | Poetry

Woman

Michelle Dove

now the poem is a woman

Night photo
January 3, 2018 | Fiction

Night

Hugo dos Santos

On November 13, 2012, Hugo Dos Santos awoke shortly after 1 am with an urgent need to urinate. He got up from bed and took two steps out into... more

The Record photo
January 2, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The Record

Dan Morey

The Record Fear Label: Slash Released: May 16, 1982 Length: 14 songs, 27 minutes   This is about a dead guy. But... more

How to Gut a Grouse photo
January 1, 2018 | Poetry

How to Gut a Grouse

Penny Newell

reach inside the incision up the stomach from the asshole ribcage gristle light brown mound of heather memory spill... more