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November 28, 2014 | Poetry


Laura Theobald

from what my hair says about you

announcers on television will say things like “he was just too late” during a soccer match when a player fails to follow up on a set towards a goal. it adds a

Whiplash photo
November 27, 2014 | movie reviews


Sean Kilpatrick

Is Chekov why I’m so sad? I’ll give you twenty bucks for a plot in literature that acknowledges his talent, but ignores him slightly more.

Taco Kit photo
November 27, 2014 | Fiction

Taco Kit

Claudia Cadavid

“I’m helping you get in touch with your heritage,” Susana said to Tom, foisting the grocery bag onto the counter.  She pulled the tub of sour cream out, along with a ziploc bag of cheddar cheese

2 Poems photo
November 26, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Chuck Young

you are a holiday routine

i dreamt shirt collars and close hands
i woke up in the bark of a dog
i soaked in a bath of fog and breath
i scrubbed myself with roasted marshmallow
i dressed

3 Poems for Alix Tichelman photo
November 26, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems for Alix Tichelman

Janey Smith

Opus 53

Place the palms of your hands side by side on this wine glass. After a short time, raise your hands and place your eyes at the same level as your palms.

Notice the possible and

The God of the Living Room photo
November 25, 2014 | Fiction

The God of the Living Room

Paul Luikart

I’m in Tom's apartment staring at the big deer head he has hanging on the wall of his living room. Tom has a small place and the deer head looks enormous. Some kind of giant, mutant deer, like it's

What I Could Buy photo
November 25, 2014 | Fiction

What I Could Buy

Leslie Pietrzyk

What I could buy with the insurance money they gave me when you died:

One Ferrari, red or black, assuming V-8 instead of V-12, assuming premium gas, assuming insurance, assuming no major

November 24, 2014 | Poetry


Donald Vincent

-   after Directing Herbert White / Writing Ellen West


When James Franco first spoke to me, he said, “Oh, shit. You’re Mr. Hip. We were just talking about you before the reading.”


My Dog Is My Girlfriend photo
November 22, 2014 | Dispatches

My Dog Is My Girlfriend

Jordan Castro

My feelings of purposelessness and inadequacy vanished. My feelings of self-pity and despair were replaced by love and affection. No more sleeping around. No more yearning for The One. I had found Her. She was here.

The Star Trek Essay photo
November 21, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Star Trek Essay

Amanda Goldblatt

This essay is not about Star Trek in the way that Star Trek is not about space.

5 Prose Poems photo
November 21, 2014 | Poetry

5 Prose Poems

Sean Rys


It started when you dreamed you were dead & I had to go looking in other rooms for your body. Turned on each light & either I found you or it was apparent by then that

How I Spent My Summer Vacation photo
November 20, 2014 | Fiction

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Andrew M. Howard

She asks me to tell her a story. Almost every night she can’t sleep. I’m no storyteller, I’ll say, and at first I would start off with robots and fantastic bears, trying to make my own Where the

3 Poems photo
November 20, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jessica Tolbert

Death in the Family

my car scraped you and your bike alongside the highway,

in the grade below me over at the public high school
edged off the median at just the wrong second I

November 19, 2014 | Poetry


Timothy Wojcik


A miracle trapped in a fur coat. A fur coat trapped in its original body.

Mathematically speaking, the body is made up of four essential parts: the arms, the ideas,

Grand Army of the Republic Highway photo
November 19, 2014 | Fiction

Grand Army of the Republic Highway

Jacob White

I am driving through the hill country when I spot up ahead, in the dip between two hills, this young buck with his thumb out, sleeveless, flaunting the white underside of a supple tanned bicep

Him or His Brother photo
November 18, 2014 | Fiction

Him or His Brother

Anna Lea Jancewicz

I was wearing white lipstick when I pressed a kiss onto the dirty window in the back corner of his mother’s garage, pasting spider silk and bone-colored dust to the glass. I left that mark to be

3 Poems photo
November 18, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Justin Brouckaert

from Saginaw Poem


If someone would have told me to write a poem about Saginaw

            when I was living in Saginaw I would have said Are you stupid it’s

just a bunch of shit

6 Poems photo
November 17, 2014 | Poetry

6 Poems

Keiko Watanabe

Polyphase Signals

I sit in the morning garden
from last night’s rain

ants run in circles
the iron table   except

for one   perched on the
of my Mother’s

More Extreme: Talking with Lance Olsen on FC2's 40th Birthday photo
November 17, 2014 | Interview

More Extreme: Talking with Lance Olsen on FC2's 40th Birthday

Rachel Levy

Founded in 1974, FC2 is one of America’s best-known ongoing literary experiments and progressive art communities. 

Lance Olsen is the author of twelve novels, one hypertext, five nonfiction

2 Poems photo
November 16, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sophia Katz

I dream of seeing your beautiful face somewhere other than in the familiar expressions captured in photographs on the internet

Karaoke Brothel photo
November 15, 2014 | Dispatches

Karaoke Brothel

Sean Kilpatrick

I spend my free time an appropriate amount of bed sick. I keep a lot of spare pieces of glass up my carpeted self. I mean a literal debris of glass happens when I sit forward.

4 Poems photo
November 14, 2014 | Poetry

4 Poems

Cam Awkward-Rich

Essay On The Theory of Motion

You remember reading a poem once about a boy driving his grandmother to the library across town. Someone said that the car is a perfect device for giving a poem

Personal History of Beer photo
November 14, 2014 | Food & Drink

Personal History of Beer

Josip Novakovich

I stayed in the monastery for a month to read the entire Bible in the Luther translation in German. My reward was that every evening, I would get a pint of ale that the monks made right there, and it came from large rotting oak barrels, which enhanced the flavor. After Gregorian chants, prayers, and then a couple of halb-liter, the monks were pretty close to God.

Food Memories photo
November 13, 2014 | Fiction

Food Memories

Sara McGrath

The girl you spent a whole summer watching Beverly Hills 90210 and eating McDonald’s lunches with ran up behind you, taking hold of your backpack.

Somewhere Between Now and the Zucchini photo
November 13, 2014 | Fiction

Somewhere Between Now and the Zucchini

Warren Buchanan

I ran into myself at the grocery store the other day. The store had just run out of Cookie Crisp cereal. The worst part was that I'd gone to the store specifically to get the cereal, along with

4 Poems photo
November 13, 2014 | Poetry

4 Poems

Mandy Gutmann-Gonzalez

The Doctor’s Office

is windowless. He asks me to undress—You can wear this. He places a large white bird wing in my lap. It’s winter. I’m holding gloves. Then he’s back and I’m lying on the

5 Poems photo
November 12, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco


It is just beautiful –
the waves look like nothing

and the stars

choke on the air.



I still can see you,
on the steps without

Animals photo
November 11, 2014 | Fiction


Joe Lucido

Another dry day, so I build my wall—cinderblocks delivered to my driveway— and another house for sale sign comes down and the new neighbors, like the old, watch as I build a cinderblock wall around

Leftovers photo
November 11, 2014 | Fiction


Lauren Vevers

I start working in the bakery because I think of it as romantic. I count each sugared donut while composing hypothetical letters to past lovers – half-invented, half-remembered.

Last night was

One photo
November 10, 2014 | Nonfiction


Amy Butcher

I thought it was a baby. It was possible, though not—and this is the important part—likely.