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2 Poems photo
August 8, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Drew Jennings

Y’all’re fine ass. Y’all got dark in the pill-bottle-orange sun

Lovely Parting Gifts photo
August 7, 2014 | Nonfiction

Lovely Parting Gifts

Irene Turner

The girl is serious-eyed. Composed. Deferential, but not over-awed – she made eight trips to Los Angeles to get to this moment: kid’s week on The Joker’s Wild. 

3 Poems photo
August 6, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Megan Lent

I went to a poetry reading and a guy I’d slept with once read a list of everything he’d done in Los Angeles and I wasn’t on it. 

Atop the Ferris photo
August 6, 2014 | Comics

Atop the Ferris

Ryan King & Allen Byrns

We ride in pairs to the stars and look up but flourescent rainbow strips make the everlasting dim.

Infestations photo
August 5, 2014 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll


This was a sign as far as I was concerned. The high water mark. The North American standard for being a shitbag.

A plague of the poor and dirty.

So when we started to see

The Quandary of The Pointy Objects Annex photo
August 5, 2014 | Fiction

The Quandary of The Pointy Objects Annex

Zachary Tyler Vickers

It’s an uphill battle to transition to a lifestyle of blunt objects.  

2 Poems photo
August 4, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Lucian Mattison

I imagine her
walking into my bedroom—Drunk

between her legs, the whole world
the same temperature; 

Seams photo
August 4, 2014 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction


Jill Talbot

When I think back on it, it’s a couple of seconds, a rush from the plate to the mound, a flash, a gasp, and my grip on my father’s arm.  It was August 4, 1993, and we watched from a high-up section

Water Pipes Made Wavy From Heat In The Sunshine Estate photo
August 2, 2014 | Poetry

Water Pipes Made Wavy From Heat In The Sunshine Estate

Carabella Sands


I ask the sun to call me at night on my walk home. Everyday I become a little more scared. I recognize people and cars and it makes me nervous. My mother told me girls are most likely to be

I Write Music for Soundtracks Now: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 1 photo
August 1, 2014 | My Struggle with My Struggle

I Write Music for Soundtracks Now: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 1

Andrew Bomback

I thought about taking a picture of the book or, perhaps, a selfie of me holding the book up against my face. I’d upload this photo to facebook or twitter with a caption like, “The journey begins”

4 Poems photo
August 1, 2014 | Poetry

4 Poems

Victor Freeze

Don't high five me for drinking a 40.
Don't ask me for a Newport.

LDR/MTM: A Review of Friendship photo
July 31, 2014 | Nonfiction

LDR/MTM: A Review of Friendship

Amanda Goldblatt

LOL. When I send you emails re: feminism I feel like I'm trolling you. It isn’t that you don’t care about equal rights and access. It’s just that it’s not “your bag” to talk about it a whole lot.

Two Poems photo
July 31, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Monica Berlin

there are days without. Not quite a gap in whatever they call it, the space-time continuum or circadian rhythms or the tidal pull of every single thing, not quite, but noticeable enough to know what’s not here, that others are not here,

Opportunity is Missed by Most People photo
July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Opportunity is Missed by Most People

Joe Sacksteder

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like squeegeeing sewage out the back door of the break room for three hours. Or push-brooming a greenhouse until your black snot could be used as an adhesive. Cupping each writhing Bag-a-Bug to see if they’ve eaten their fill of Japanese beetles. 

Thought-Diving: An Essay photo
July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Thought-Diving: An Essay

Spencer Hyde

 I breathed in deeply, not knowing at the time I was breathing in the lives of all those at the café, those I sat with just moments before, molecules sliding from the rubble of the explosion into my lungs, bones nestling behind bones.

50 Shades of Grey (book and upcoming film and action figures) photo
July 29, 2014 | movie reviews

50 Shades of Grey (book and upcoming film and action figures)

Sean Kilpatrick

I never knew a woman who wasn’t capable of killing me with a sentence. Until now?

Two Poems photo
July 29, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sheila Squillante

Instead I see embroidery, lace-making or metallurgy, fine filigree of rusting swing set against wood, the vertical birdfeeders foregrounded, but so close my eye misses them at first. I don’t know what to call this world anymore.

He Knows photo
July 28, 2014 | Fiction

He Knows

Heath Wilcock

We all laugh, hard, and keep reaching for more laughter deep in our heavenly bodies because it distracts us from thinking the same thing: God is slipping.

Dating a Somnambulist photo
July 25, 2014 | Fiction

Dating a Somnambulist

Kate Folk

One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest

Indian Lunch Buffet photo
July 24, 2014 | Comics

Indian Lunch Buffet

Jared T. Fischer

Mmm... I want ILB.

Knead photo
July 23, 2014 | Fiction


John Matthew Fox

After Pete and his daughter Aya finished the course work to become certified masseuses, they entered the hotel meeting room for the final exam, which began with the instructor asking the entire

Chinese Tea Party photo
July 18, 2014 | Fiction

Chinese Tea Party

Elissa Cahn

Spring was flipper-fitting season for young Olympic hopefuls like Jeannie. Although it was only March, Jeannie already had her gill implants; Dr. Rickman, a leading expert in the field of

Model City photo
July 17, 2014 | Poetry

Model City

Nina Puro

We are as disposable as buffer states / around an empire. I am sending my armies / to plunder your capital.
Leona Never Happened photo
July 16, 2014 | Fiction

Leona Never Happened

Julia Evans

Peter first met (well, you know. "Met.") Leona when he was five years old. It would be thirty years before he would spend every austral summer counting penguins on a tiny field station in

July 15, 2014 | Poetry


Rae Paris

I want to call you and sing the Prince song, discuss the proportions of his tiny frame, imagine his tongue together, stay on the phone for hours like we used to. Those days are gone. 

We Walk a Line photo
July 15, 2014 | Nonfiction

We Walk a Line

Amy Butcher

My roommate lives her life differently. This is what she claims. 

Antarctica photo
July 11, 2014 | Fiction


A. Werner

Antarctica wants you dead.

The research scientists bundle you up in outside-resistant clothing and put you outside the insulated walls of the research station. Your feet sink into the dry white

Obsolete People photo
July 10, 2014 | Nonfiction

Obsolete People

Tovah Burstein

You are obsolete. The cashier in your neighborhood’s grocery store is obsolete.  The typesetter—who placed each individual letter for the headlines of the morning paper—is obsolete. Tollbooths barely require someone to stand sentry in the middle of the highway to collect coins anymore and soon enough lasers will replace surgeons in operating rooms as well.

Ten Fingered Ten Toed Two Eyed Blue Eyed Nobody photo
July 9, 2014 | Fiction

Ten Fingered Ten Toed Two Eyed Blue Eyed Nobody

Mika Taylor

She had different stories for different people.

“Lost it in a hunting accident.”

“Shot off in the war.”

“Born without it.”





Television Poems photo
July 8, 2014 | TV, Poetry

Television Poems

Sarah Blake

I imagine Temperance Brennan's annual gynecological exam might go something like mine: If you're not finding time to eat, you must not be having a lot of... Are you seeing anyone right now?