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Common Ancestor: An Interview with Jenny Irish  photo
March 31, 2020 | Interview

Common Ancestor: An Interview with Jenny Irish 

Jenny Irish and I sat down to discuss her stunning debut, Common Ancestor, with Black Lawrence Press. Her prose poem, "A Brief History of Motivations" was published on our site in

Cleaning House photo
March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish photo
March 30, 2020 | Poetry

Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish

Meher Manda

 

Even if it is addressed to you, this is a letter for me. If it were truly a letter for you, it would be written in sound, in the words that lilt on your tongue, rise a tempest in your rage,

Bette Davis Eyes: A Brief History photo
March 30, 2020 | Adventures in Eyeballs

Bette Davis Eyes: A Brief History

Joshua James Amberson

(There they are, stealing the show from the rest of the body: Bette Davis's eyes, wide in perpetual surprise, in shock, full of righteous indignation. Narrowing, muscles tensing, then relaxing,

Utopia Study photo
March 30, 2020 | Hobart Photo Stories

Utopia Study

Anderson Peguero II

The "UTOPIA STUDY" series is a form of experimental architectural photography that focuses on modern architecture in a number of American cities. Buildings and details within them are transformed into

New York Strange, vol. 3 photo
March 29, 2020 | New York Strange

New York Strange, vol. 3

Caits Meissner

My First CD: Weezer's Blue Album photo
March 28, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Weezer's Blue Album

D.T. Robbins

Parker is the coolest kid in fourth grade. Everyone thinks so. If Parker says something is cool, it’s cool. Period. I don’t know any better, yet. Parker says this band that sings a song about Buddy Holly is cool. I ask around but none of the other fourth graders know what I’m talking about.

A Bigger Splash photo
March 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Bigger Splash

Jordan Floyd

I could have no path, no idea of what I should be or how I should live. I could skate through neighborhoods, where I wouldn’t find a Mormon church or anyone who knew I had strayed from the path I was raised to follow

Bipolar Type II photo
March 27, 2020 | Poetry

Bipolar Type II

Geramee Hensley

Depression, like any beast, digests
only what is edible. 

To make your joy indigestible,
follow closely these steps:

Learn your enemy—in your mouth, melt
its pearled name until it enamels,

Listen photo
March 27, 2020 | Fiction

Listen

Katherine Sinback

Listen to your mother.

She of the red lipstick, the garish slash of mouth that looks like you finger-painted her to life when you were four and allowed make a mess. Her helmet of curls, tiny frozen

Elegy for Bubblegum photo
March 26, 2020 | Poetry

Elegy for Bubblegum

Zakiya Cowan

My father inhales smoke from a lone Marlboro,
            shadowed against a sun colored like dead autumn leaves.
He gently cradles the barrel of tobacco between his pointer
            &

Last Thing photo
March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

If Tomorrow Never Comes, Lunch is the Entire Future photo
March 25, 2020 | Poetry

If Tomorrow Never Comes, Lunch is the Entire Future

Madeleine Wattenberg

The year is 2019 and all our conversations are now about water. Even the conversations not about water are about water. Water still comes in all three forms. The moon, for example, we now know has ice

Family Fun Center photo
March 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Family Fun Center

M.M. Carrigan

Plastic and puke co-exist. Children frolic in the belly, the guts and intestines, the ballpit.

Five Poems  photo
March 24, 2020 | Poetry

Five Poems 

Chen Chen

A Queer Translates Rilke

I long to know his self-described “epic head”
with my eyes closed. But for now, his torso
radiates from my screen like a delirious
lighthouse, like it is recharging my

Hangover Texas photo
March 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hangover Texas

Mike Nagel

The source was unreliable. It's possible that I was the source.

Darlington County photo
March 24, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Darlington County

William Walsh

Patience is one virtue that me and Wayne both got in spades.

Flesh of My Flesh photo
March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

3 Poems photo
March 23, 2020 |

3 Poems

Mike Andrelczyk

Since You Left I Have Spent My Days Staring Blankly at the Beer Sign in the Bar From the Time it Opens Until Closing Time

Neon

Neoff

 

Boredom

Gnome Chomsky in: The Tinder Date photo
March 22, 2020 | Comics

Gnome Chomsky in: The Tinder Date

S.E. Kessler

My First Sexy Halloween photo
March 21, 2020 | My First...

My First Sexy Halloween

Lindsey Wente

I walked through the senior hallway, heart beating fast. The boys’ stares burned into my skin as they whispered things to each other.

Shorthand photo
March 20, 2020 | Fiction

Shorthand

Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

A Slim Sexuality photo
March 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Slim Sexuality

Chelsey Clammer

In my head, dating women was a body competition.

TWO POEMS photo
March 19, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Cristina Correa

 

Color Study, or Ode to Discomfort

 

It was never safe for us—
always beneath the eye is blood;
and maybe a ferocious tongue
called

After the Heat photo
March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

After the Heat

Paige Towers

Because let’s face it, boiled tea does not meet my privileged standards for heat. 

Eulogy photo
March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Eulogy

Kari Treese

My mother tells me how my father died. I’d learned only a week before that he had gangrene in his toes because of a sore he’d let fester.

A Girl Cawed photo
March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

Tymbal photo
March 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

Tymbal

Colleen Mayo

I remember being young and small and barefoot on the concrete floor: look closely and see how the cicada shells vibrate as the Texas Hill Country winds sift in.

Death Packet photo
March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

Full House photo
March 17, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Full House

Kent Kosack

In jazz, woodshedding refers to the shed you sequester yourself in, as a young musician learning the craft, a private space to develop your own style, away from prying eyes or critical ears.