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June 28, 2015 |

Flying Machine (Pt. 4)

Lydia Conklin

Okay, now -- I'm going to tie this end to the box. Lydia, throw the other end over our tree. Gilly, stand guard over the box.

June 26, 2015 | Poetry

poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

June 26, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Uzodinma Okehi

Nothing Works: 1

-New York City 2005

I should be through thinking about it. Ok, but I remember just going batshit, breaking up with Vanessa on the payphone. Hanging up, couple minutes,

June 25, 2015 | Fiction

Milk

Glenn Shaheen

I keep finding medium length blond hairs on old shirts I haven’t worn in two or three years. My hair is short and black, and my lover’s hair is long and brown. 

June 25, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Leigh Matthews

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

June 24, 2015 | Nonfiction

It's Today Right Now

J.D. Hager

Yesterday my mom called me up and asked me to buy her cigarettes. I told her no and hung up. 

June 24, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Amanda Goldblatt

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

June 23, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Ryan Bender-Murphy

After the Bombing

Santa did not know how to react to the sight; he only stared. At the granite block, there were three rows filled with ten men, each of whom was Santa. The only thing that

June 23, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angela Sabo

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

June 22, 2015 | Fiction

How to Get Fired from a Coffee Shop

Kenta Maniwa

Focus too much time on watching Amanda make cappuccinos.

June 22, 2015 | Fiction

3 Fictions

Siel Ju

In times of great dissatisfaction, you will occasionally find yourself dating two men.

June 21, 2015 |

Some Horns (Pt. 4)

Nick Francis Potter

Excuse me, sir, is that a sword in your gut?

June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Quality Time

Ed Meek

I was afraid the security guards would stop us, but they just shrugged when I took the plane out and put it on the field.  One of them even said something nice like, “Whoa, that is a cool.”  I taxied it from the end zone; it took off and buzzed up into the sky. 

June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Interrogations

Gretchen Schrafft

We’d do it with whatever was laying around: a jump rope, an extension cord, stray fistfuls of fishing line. Down in the basement, while the babysitter watched Spanish-language television in the living room, we pulled these things taut, secured wrists, ankles, and torsos to my father’s old recliner. Toby was a boy scout, so his knots were better than mine, but I was by far the more skillful interrogator.

June 19, 2015 | Poetry

Six Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

June 19, 2015 | Nonfiction

Pop Therapy: A Playlist

Kate Lebo

By dread I’m inspired, by fear I’m amused. The phrase was cursived on a cocktail napkin and folded into my handshake by a steel-haired young woman two weeks before my 20th birthday. 

June 18, 2015 |

The Tribe

Sean Kilpatrick

Cinetopia is a Detroit film festival for fresh retirees on a cinematic tour bus who belch knowingly whenever they mistake their hunched way into an obscene masterpiece. 

June 18, 2015 | Poetry

poems about the spiritual weight of hard shell tacos 

Pete Holby

My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.

June 17, 2015 | Fiction

Migration

Narting Tadoo

I upended the bottle of Seagram’s gin I always carried with me to poetry readings and cut off my penis with Kemal’s X-ACTO knife.

 
June 17, 2015 |

Non-Reader Spotlight: Rebecca Klaes, Part 1

Going to school full-time and raising two kids definitely involves a lot of reading, but does it make you a reader?

June 16, 2015 |

Ex Machina / Captain Phillips

Sean Kilpatrick

Some animals devour their young to cease lactation so they can fuck more often. People tripped over the invention of a conscience for no other happenstance than to keep our numbers plump.

June 16, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bobby Rich

This is a 16-bit top-down adventure game, which, like many adventure games, is focused on a "hero." 

June 15, 2015 | Fiction

Querida

Erick Saenz

I first called her “querida” via text, years after we both escaped that desperate city. She sent a smiley face in response. I smiled along.

June 14, 2015 |

Those Bears (pt. 3)

Jarod Roselló

You want to watch a movie?

Nah, I think I'm going to go write for a bit.

June 13, 2015 | Nonfiction

popsicle stick bomb

Steve Anwyll

In my head I can't believe what he just said. How the hell are we going to take a bunch of ordinary popsicle sticks and turn them into bombs? Bombs? Shit, they explode. There's fire involved! Is Kevin nuts? We'll kill people!

June 12, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

“God, dating Drake would be like dating a submissive,” my daughter said.

June 12, 2015 | Interview

What a Weird Game of Dominoes: A Conversation with Alex Jiang 

Pat Siebel

Last fall, Aaron tweeted something about accepting a few comics from a nine year-old. We’d soon discover the boy’s name was Alex Jiang, and that he was hilarious. When “Meet Lazy Wolf,” “Fashion

June 12, 2015 |

Lazy Wolf Comics

Alex Jiang

Do you think Buffalo Wings are good?

June 11, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Julia Paganelli

Construction drills
grind, teeth against the pavement.

June 11, 2015 | Fiction

Tom Hanks

Paul Vega

To hack through the tail of a porpoise and free him from your gillnet, you’ve really got to have a strong steady hand. You've really got to try and find your faith.