January 27, 2020 | Poetry
Go Big or Go Home
Michael Meyerhofer
Here come the ones who chose / the second option...
January 25, 2020 | My First...
My First Porn Video
Adeniyi Ademoroti
You would have believed on the screen was where my attention stayed.
January 23, 2020 | Nonfiction
A Problem of Vertigo
Elizabeth Horneber
Recently, I told my mother that I used to climb out of the bathroom window in the upstairs and crawl out onto the chimney ledge, where one slip of the ankle, knee, wrist, and I would have fallen three stories onto cement. Perhaps it began as another peace offering—I was trying to amuse her.
January 21, 2020 | Fiction
If I Took Them
Jiordan Castle
I’m not trying to justify myself. I’m trying to tell you something.
January 20, 2020 |
Jászárokszállás, Hungary, or Anywhere, USA
Annell López
You didn't ask for it then. You're not asking for it now.
January 18, 2020 | My First...
My First Real Sneakers
Christian Aguiar
There was no way you could have a pair of Nikes and get clowned.
January 16, 2020 | Fiction
More Filling Than Berries
Katherine O’Hara
Mississippi Man and I been dating for a few months now and we ain’t said it yet.
January 15, 2020 | Nonfiction
Pink
Tammy Delatorre
There was a yearning in me for her soft whiteness, which went powdery pink in her most private of places.
January 14, 2020 | Poetry
All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
Alec Prevett
I want to be remembered like this: taut...
January 14, 2020 | Fiction
AirBnB (St. Louis)
Sean Ennis
Under what circumstances do we find ourselves here?
January 10, 2020 | Nonfiction
On W. 14th I Suddenly Recall Running Into the Street to Die
Angie Kang
In that moment through blinding lights and pelting rain, I saw the police telling my parents what I’d done.
January 7, 2020 | Nonfiction
Possum
Kristine Langley Mahler
I told this story as a party trick for years.
January 5, 2020 | Sunday Comics
Making Weight (pt. 3)
Denny Connolly
Previously on...
Part 2 || Part 1 || Prologue
December 30, 2019 | Nonfiction
Two Micros
Dina L. Relles
"with sky as ceiling, / ground as home, / we can call the stranger / lover / and the earth / ours / at least for a little while."
December 27, 2019 | Poetry
No Ducks Were Harmed in the Writing of this Poem
Daniel Paul
I dreamed we were in a department store trying to buy you shoes.
December 27, 2019 | Fiction
Hot Sand In My Mouth: A Found Piece from Craigslist
p.e. garcia
This was months ago. April, maybe May. The weather was foggy. So was my brain. I saw you again in... more
