November 14, 2016 | Fiction
This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone
J.L. Montavon
We left after midnight. We entered the forest, dark and green all around us, hundreds of miles deep. Woven together in the little cocoon of our car, our world was as large as the headlight beams in the dark forest.
November 11, 2016 | Fiction
Beam of Light
Brian Allen Carr
For four days in 1997 I was a beam of light. Fuck off if you don’t believe me: I lit shit up. Daniel Ladinsky says Hafiz says, “The oil in the lamp the sun burns come from forests you once were, from rich deposits you left [behind],” but he was probably speaking metaphorically.
November 10, 2016 | Nonfiction
Hinterland Transmissions: 2015 Was A Bad Year
Steve Anwyll
The next day I send the above photo to a friend in Michigan. She asks if I'm fine. And what the doctor recommended. My response is typed laughter. I tell her I've been taking it easy. Staying medicated. But the chance of seeing a doctor is slim. The hospitals are over run. She's a little surprised. It's contrary to what she's been told.
Boys Everybody Wants
Anthony Casella
They aren’t the most attractive boys at school—not smarter or more stylish and certainly no more articulate. Their appeal is a mystery to anyone who isn’t under their spell.
I Got So Good
Adam Tedesco
thinking about how all of it started
thinking about how the poems ends
Incompatible With Life
Amanda Miska
The problem was I’d forgotten about the change in altitude. The grief counselor had suggested a getaway, so I fled the Alleghenies for the Rockies and the guest bedroom of my best college friend on a quiet block in Denver.
The Big Presentation
TJ Murray
Thank you, everyone, for coming. I'd like to thank Mrs. Keether for this opportunity to speak...
Tribulation
Steve Trumpeter
I believe it now—I’d be a fool not to—but that doesn’t mean I agree with it.
Self-Portrait as Four Small Test Tubes
Jesse Steinmetz
four small test tubes.
The Card Game
Sarah Viren
It was a franchise, the Prez thing, but one as secret as the mob.
Clowns Weren't Creepy in 1921
Rolf Potts
But life was good for clowns back then
Girls Love Circles
Kenta Maniwa
The blonde girl I liked made a scooping motion with her hands while saying things like ‘it’s not even that late’ and ‘come on, come on’ and ‘it’ll be soooo much fun’ and ‘let’s go you fucking piece of shit.’
Did You Hear That?
Benjamin Woodard
Okay, so there’s that sound again, and you know it isn’t Tommy or Lindsey trying to scare you, because they’ve been asleep for over an hour and you’re certain the sound is coming from the basement
Only The Real Crazies Paint
Elizabeth Green
My friend takes caffeine pills between classes and shakes in the bathroom, on the floor under the sinks.
Alexander Hamilton: a review of George Washington by Adam Fitzgerald
Sam Farahmand
I am reading a poem called “George Washington” in a book of poems called George Washington in a bar called The Library in the Lower East Side of Manhattan where I am spending my last twelve dollars on four beers and my last four dollars on tipping the bartender because happy hour still hasn't started.
Five Poems
Katie Mertz
Tiny Evolutions
okay so let’s talk
about the exes we mythologize
for the wrong reasons like leave
a toothbrush at my bathroom sink
and call it love and baby
I’ll promise ring your
Disappearing
Emily Flouton
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time playing Candy Crush Saga on the old iPhone Jan gave me while watching TV.
Three Poems
A.N. Lawrence
Class Aves
Anyone that ever heard the call
of the Rodrigues Solitaire
is long dead, but its name is trapped in stars:
turdus solitarius—
named by a sensitive astronomer.
Does this
Gifted and Talented
Alice Kaltman
Nell did not consider herself a thief. All sixteen lovely pups were better off in her care. She kept them in a large house with a sprawling yard, surrounded by a sturdy fence.