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In The Aftermath photo
November 9, 2018 | Poetry

In The Aftermath

William A. Greenfield

Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things

he can tell me: when The Macho... more

Observer photo
November 9, 2018 | Nonfiction

Observer

Vanessa Wang

From the shadow of an oak tree.

Five Stories photo
November 9, 2018 | Fiction

Five Stories

Robert Vaughan

Every time they go-cart raced, she beat the living crap out of him.

Holy Water photo
November 8, 2018 | Fiction

Holy Water

Nathan Thomas

Although I guess it really started on Saturday morning.

A Good And Simple Life photo
November 7, 2018 | Fiction

A Good And Simple Life

Oliver Zarandi

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

The Ass is a Hole Where The Light Gets In  photo
November 6, 2018 | Fiction

The Ass is a Hole Where The Light Gets In 

Jon Lindsey

This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house. 

"Alive" photo
November 6, 2018 | Nonfiction

"Alive"

Jacqueline Kirkpatrick

If not for “Alive,” I’d be dead. 

A Story To Spit On photo
November 5, 2018 | Fiction

A Story To Spit On

Sebastian Castillo

A bald eagle was shot directly above my head, mid-flight, and its feathers rested gently on my scalp for the rest of geological time.

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Wendy’s photo
November 5, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Wendy’s

Danny Caine

On the way to T’s childhood Wendy’s I tell her
about mine, a Fancy Wendy’s, with a salad bar,
rooms, tin... more

All Our Italian Friends Are Dead photo
November 2, 2018 | Fiction

All Our Italian Friends Are Dead

Fawzy Zablah

I was so broke I went to see my mother.

The Bird of Love and Loyalty photo
November 2, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Bird of Love and Loyalty

William Lychack

Nothing would deter us.

Merchandiser photo
November 1, 2018 | Fiction

Merchandiser

Derick Dupre

Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.