Posts by Brody Parrish Craig

September 18, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Brody Parrish Craig

Bible | Vers

Top to Bottom | scan my profile | For Christ’s Sake | Sing Jesus’ Name | I gospel & apostle | Book of Vers | My rural bottom’s up | My crop /top | down along the road | a hym(n) in

August 9, 2019 | Poetry

Cinemania

Rebecca Cross

I was standing in line for a movie and a movie played in my head.
I was standing in line for a movie and the movie I was waiting to see strode through the lobby and out the front door.
I was

July 24, 2019 | Poetry

Sweet Shoppe

Alli Cruz

When he wasn't looking / I snuck / a spoonful...

July 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

Meanwhile, Et in Arcadia

Patrick Crerand

Of course, Jesus only had hyssop—a bitter wine on a wet sponge—during the passion, but that was not an option at the concession stand.

June 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Sunlight

Juliana Crespo

Soon sunlight would be replaced by nighttime.  I felt this, the same way my grandma could feel the rain coming on.  

December 24, 2018 | Fiction

Sharp Cheddar with Dijon on Rye

Christina Craigo

He watched the door, and saw that it wanted to open.

December 15, 2018 | Fiction

Hard To Know

Sophie McCreesh

I remember playing some songs at four in the morning and asking if you liked them. What the songs sounded like doesn’t matter now. I only knew a little about songs back then but I know a bit more

December 4, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Crow Jonah Norlander

"Unlikely to Condemn" and "Different Circumstances"

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,

May 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Difficulty of Learning to Say Yes

Craig Fishbane

Naoko knew all too well how difficult it was to imbibe the air of a foreign culture. She had matriculated for a year at the University of Santa Barbara to study saxophone and marked each day as a progression from one shameful moment to the next.

September 22, 2017 | Interview

Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x

Leesa Cross-Smith

Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in Indianapolis and it was the first time I'd met either of them. I remember thinking wow this is one

December 14, 2016 | Poetry

Moon Poems

Leesa Cross-Smith






OUTLAW LOVE

I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in my flamingo
bedroom and a boy
would come to my

January 25, 2016 | Fiction

Trip the Light Fantastic

Craig Buchner

She almost said yes until she saw the stain.

December 28, 2015 | Fiction

Herman French

Eric Rosenblum

The one and only time I saw Herman French naked was when he was toweling off after a shower.  Herman was my bunkmate two years ago at Camp Thunderbird.  He had the smallest penis I’d ever seen. 

November 4, 2015 |

Emotional Boys Being Emotional: a Bro Country Dispatch

Leesa Cross-Smith

Luke walks that line inbetween doing his booty-shaking and grinding on stage and also seeming like your “cool” youth pastor and that's not a knock. I love Luke Bryan and there's something about him that seems so genuine and sweet, I can't even picture him being fussy or rude with anyone.

September 22, 2015 | Fiction

Traphouse

Mike Crossley

Destiny's Child third album track # 1 she plays as if I don't already know what’s up. She just wants me to remind her she's a queen so I play Coming to America, and we're okay for a few more years.

August 7, 2015 |

I LOVE DIERKS BENTLEY IS SAD: A BRO COUNTRY DISPATCH

Leesa Cross-Smith

Bro Country is not all that different from dudes in general and real life. I've dated enough white dudes and went to college in Kentucky and I've been to, like, twenty-five Dave Matthews Band concerts, so, trust me, I know this stuff.

July 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Man with a Fish in His Heart

Michael Credico

I had runoff all over. I hadn’t escaped the heartland.

April 29, 2015 | Fiction

Pop Up

Wyl Villacres

“But what if it isn’t broken? What if this is the way it’s supposed to be? Like, a new challenge that keeps things interesting. Something unexplainable that helps.”

May 9, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jamison Crabtree

MY FATHER PLAYS SONGS TO THE MOON, MY SON PLAYS SONGS TO THE MOON

An absence surrounds the cabin; an absence haunts it.

My father sits inside, playing sad songs to the evening on his own