November 11, 2019 | Fiction
A Temporary Addiction
Michael Don
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
November 8, 2019 | Poetry
three poems
Marcy Rae Henry
seeds
when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume... more
November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction
The Comet
Dan Higgins
I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”
November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction
Seasick
Christina Kapp
What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise.
November 5, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour
Those Darlins
Peter Sheehy
Manic yet aware, a foot-stomping Nashville show, a sight to behold. They hit the road. They barely made it. They broke up. Such is life.
November 4, 2019 | Fiction
Ode to Divorce
Amy Suzanne Parker
Larger currency-pills plink in an “I Hate Mondays” coffee cup. No one knows who that cup belongs to.
November 4, 2019 | Poetry
Dean Young
Justin Jannise
I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your... more
November 1, 2019 | Interview
Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan
Elle Nash
...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction
A Lot of White
Carolyn Williams-Noren
I just knew it wasn’t a wolf howling at the moon. I just knew it wasn’t a cow, wasn’t a tree, wasn’t a sunset, wasn’t a child, wasn’t an elder, wasn’t any building I’ve ever built.
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction
Number One
Paul Crenshaw
Years later I think of the poetry of peeing. The rhythm and alliteration of Russian race horse, the quick dicks and fricatives, the two tree tonals, the rhyme of drain the main vein.
October 31, 2019 | Fiction
The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine
Helen McClory
Do you remember this one?
October 29, 2019 | Nonfiction
Ghosts in the Trees
Katie Darby Mullins
After I threw up in the Mexican restaurant’s normal-sized toilet and picked my stepdaughter up from school, I decided to try my migraine cure that always never works again.
October 25, 2019 | Nonfiction
1994
Tom McAllister
Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.
October 24, 2019 | Fiction
Maybe We Were the Wrong Beatles
Chelsea Stickle
But Aaron and I weren’t official. We were fucking almost every night, but we weren’t official. Technically.
October 22, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour
Jokermen
Kent Kosack
The song on repeat, singing to Scout, for some reason stranded, standing on the patio table, dead-center, like a reanimated roast, and my father, drunk and shirtless, passed out in a pile of mulch in the yard.
October 21, 2019 | Poetry
San Francisco Municipal Bus Routes 43 & 38R
Steven Duong
July yawns. Flashes its grills...
October 19, 2019 | Nonfiction
The Sharp Edge of the Crayon
Anna Laird Barto
At last our molars burst forth from the gum and we emerged from the rose-colored womb of our first grade classroom.
October 18, 2019 | Interview
Zoom in on the Detail: An Interview with Chris Campanioni
Doug Paul Case
The 550-page the Internet is for real by poet, activist, educator, and underwear model Chris Campanioni struck me earlier... more
October 17, 2019 | Fiction
Let’s Never Leave
Jan Stinchcomb
They brought us plates of toxic urchin, slipped us suspicious vegan sandwiches, and poured out shots of that green liquid preferred by celebrities.
