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September 12, 2018 | Fiction

Good News From God!

Robin White

Praise be. 

September 12, 2018 | Poetry

Something I've Owned

Sam Herschel Wein

I was reading today how trees, though not touching directly,
talk to each other...

September 11, 2018 |

Moaning

Chris Robinson

Moaning
Moaning
Release Date: March 2, 2018
Label: Sub Pop Records
Length: 33 minutes

 

When you’re twenty-two you do stupid shit. You go to rock shows and parties. You drink a few Irish Car

September 10, 2018 | Poetry

In a Shell Station

Corey Oglesby

I like to say I hate it when people say this,
but sometimes it really is what it is...

September 9, 2018 |

Hide and Seek

Rainie Oet & Alice Blank

September 7, 2018 | Poetry

Empire Empire

Catherine Chen

To be led by the engine of empire...

September 6, 2018 | Fiction

High School Romance

Marston Hefner

Promise to not assume that this is the one and only truth about my feelings for Liz. I had this recurring dream of me devouring her.

September 6, 2018 | Fiction

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Quotidian

Alyssa Oursler

I can show you the double-rimmed chain-netted concrete court where I taught myself it was okay to aspire.

September 5, 2018 | Nonfiction

Precious Bodies

Gabriella Giambanco

There was still nailpolish on her toes and fingers.

September 4, 2018 | Fiction

Life, Death, and Thirst in Hogwaller

Rebekah Morgan

 I walk around the trailer park that has been dropped on top of a small hill like it’s just bird shit on a windshield. The boy with ‘Mama Tried’ tattooed underneath his eyes and ‘Country Fried’ inscribed above them got shot through the heart in the smallest trailer in Hogwaller. 

August 31, 2018 | Poetry

Resigning from being messiah

Timothy Pilgrim

A two week notice.

August 31, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

nv baker

The streets are empty. The bars are less full. 

August 30, 2018 |

From the Balcony

Craig Loomis

From the long wooden balcony, from the house that overlooks a forest that is almost bluegreen in springtime and a witchy red during the fall, the snow slants through the trees like a new

geometry,

August 30, 2018 | Poetry

Travelogue 

Josh Weston

In 1644 John Weston, age thirteen or sixteen, depending on the source, stowed away.

August 29, 2018 | Poetry

minivan

Ivanna Baranova

On the road ... 

August 29, 2018 | Nonfiction

When I Am Delilah

D. Gilson

“You’re crafty and wise,” the quiz’s benevolent gods tell me.

August 28, 2018 | Poetry

Creation Myth

Anum Sattar

Fill the latex body all the way through.

August 27, 2018 | Poetry

On Pussy

Anna Claire Hodge

Twice, my friend was flashed as a child.

August 24, 2018 | Poetry

Bix

Sara Anderson

For you who shone under the blue lights

August 23, 2018 |

The Patron Saint of Loneliness

Sarah Shotland

I saw her at a campus TGIF three weeks ago. Talking Gender Issues Fridays. It’s a weekly chat-session where students come to look at the week’s current events through a gender lens. The campus used to be single-sex, but now we call it gender inclusive. We were going out of business; there are only so many radical lesbian 17 year olds, and most of them already get into Smith. 

August 23, 2018 | Poetry

How to Survive as a Single-Family Car*

Marne Wilson

Strike up a conversation with other cars you meet

August 22, 2018 | Nonfiction

Hunger Made The Woman Obsessed

Amanda Dycus

Tortellini becomes my password for everything.

August 22, 2018 | Poetry

Biography of a [     ] Girl 

Mackenzie Berry

Her guardian came from glory.

August 21, 2018 |

Damn.

Darby Cashed

Damn.
Kendrick Lamar
April 14, 2017
Top Dawg
54:54

 

The first time I visit Southern California, it’s for work. I get lost out of LAX and wind up toting my luggage around Inglewood- the

August 21, 2018 | Poetry

Omission

M. Drew Williams

The river, the river, the river. 

August 20, 2018 |

Get Lost

Kevin Wilson

On Friday at school, we were all vibrating, so nervous for what came next. We barely listened in class because what did it matter? We wouldn’t be around to turn in the homework that would be due on

August 20, 2018 | Poetry

in style & so-and-so

Katherine Vondy

sentences are donuts bursting with believability custard

August 17, 2018 | Nonfiction

Rising Inaction

Ash Sanders

It’s Saturday night, and I am cleaning the kitchen because it’s easier than cleaning up my life; I am putting away dishes because I know where dishes go. I do not know where to put other things:

August 17, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems (Eulogy & These Smart Glasses ...)

Jonas I. Tijerino

How grand it would be if Jedi Temples were Papaya Monuments.

August 16, 2018 |

Year of Conor McGregor

René Ostberg

Imagine if McGregor were a woman, I’d wonder throughout the day, as I sifted through the barrage of emails from my boss, all his reminders to cc him the next time I sent this or that, the notifications that he’d be leaving early again as I stayed late. Imagine McGregor in an office. Imagine him…or her, aged a bit past her prime. How would she prep for a fight? What would it be like to be a woman like her?