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May 17, 2019 | Fiction

A Five Pound Duck

P.J. McCain

About earlier, he had started to say —

— is that all you can think about, your duck?

May 16, 2019 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Tuesday, April 1

Joseph Horton

We’re in line for beer and a guy in a Yankees hat turns to Tim, looks him up and down in his BoSoxery, and asks if he can buy his beers for half-price on our badge.
“Only if you say the Yankees suck,” Tim says.

May 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Making Contact

Lori Horvitz

What I do know: Janet Wellington made eye contact with me in the YMCA pool. I also never had a chance to look my mother in the eye and say goodbye. 

May 15, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems

Parker Tettleton

Carrot Flowers

We are toward somewhere in the first sentence. There is June & us or us or June because that’s what’s left of it. I walk like a walk with a walk on the table. The walk is finding

May 14, 2019 | Nonfiction

Fifteen Things I’ve Noticed While Trying to Walk 10,000 Steps Per Day: Muncie, Indiana Edition

Silas Hansen

On a cold and rainy Sunday afternoon when I didn’t want to walk outside: a box proclaiming to be synthetic urine for sale in Nirvana, next to Louie’s Tux Shop and across from C.J. Banks in the Muncie Mall, behind the counter where they sell glass pipes blown to resemble tiny carrots and octopi, next to a rack of Rasta wigs.

May 13, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Future

Brigid Ronan

I turn 30 next month but I’m no longer afraid because I read somewhere that time is an illusion. I am purchasing an anti-aging moisturizer, just in case. It’s expensive, but money is no object. I’m worth four figures.

May 13, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems

Benjamin Niespodziany

Neck Tattoo

Your neck tattoo spoke to me but I needed a
translator. Needed a nail gun, a barn wall to
respond to  your forward  advances.  After a
night together,  I woke to find  that your

May 11, 2019 |

My First Pair of Converse

Elena M. Aponte

I was looking forward to ruining my chances of being able to run or march anywhere. 

May 10, 2019 |

The Bottom of the Order: Pedro Guerrero

Andrew Forbes

More than most players, examining Guerrero's life feels like voyeurism, or like wandering hospital corridors with your head on a swivel. When he was good, he was, as James suggested, astonishingly good... But his bad times were difficult to watch, and lacked the privacy that we'd all hope would greet our worst moments.

May 10, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems

Charlotte Covey

real / unreal

last night i had a dream         
            that my teeth fell
out all in a row.
                       i woke with them still
                                                 

May 8, 2019 | Poetry

2 Poems

A. Smith

Vapor of Breath

All hail Michigan Dogman. All
slobber and standing seven feet
tall, Michigan Dogman sounds

howls like he’s missing a muffler
yet we’re never quite sure if it was
him or the

May 7, 2019 | Fiction

Two People

Matthew Garner

When I was a freshman in college (many years ago, before the marriage and the children and the divorce and the loss of faith in God), I saw a man order eight McDoubles at a McDonald’s on campus and then proceed to eat them all.

May 7, 2019 |

City Music

Sean O'Neill

I’m meeting a friend for drinks and a Friday night concert; work is days, a train ride and a major city away. 

May 6, 2019 | Poetry

my anxiety has a baby rattlesnake in it

Jax NTP

the babies are most dangerous because
            they have not learned how to control their venom
                        the way we make the same decisions over and over and over

May 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

Moriches

Kent Kosack

I’ve been tasked with digitizing my father’s slides, a hundred or so he inherited from his aunt.

May 3, 2019 | Fiction

Pathetic Fallacy

John Elizabeth Stintzi

While they wrote about the never-ending snowstorm in the first pages of their novel: outside of their apartment, snow began to fall.

~

It was four days into the snow, into writing their novel,

May 3, 2019 | Poetry

Three poems

Mikaela Grantham

i am your man

tall stranger man
you have sung a lot of songs 
you fall in love often
and maybe
you lose some things along the way
but everything is all right
and none of this matters

May 2, 2019 |

Falstaff

Michael Mungiello

I was going to see Verdi’s Falstaff with Robin.  My driver said “I hate Bill de Blasio. The MTA is corrupt. Uber is corrupt. I’ve been driving taxi since 1993. I know New York, you said Lincoln Center