Posts by Mary Boo Anderson

March 2, 2018 | Poetry

three poems

Mary Boo Anderson

I've been socialized to be alive / the quiet death of women eating salad

March 1, 2018 | Fiction

Raw Honey

Daniel Le Saint

We talked about a lot of things when we were high. We talked about a lot of things when we were sober, too. 

February 27, 2018 | Fiction

Alcoholics

Bud Smith

Dad’s side are all boring fucks. Mom’s side, god—all my mom’s brothers thought they were the outlaw rebel cowboys of New Jersey. Wild ones. Alcoholics. They were fun, while they lasted. All those men

February 26, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Dana Alsamsam

We lie here together, gold in charred hands, / pulling the ash from each other’s hair.

 

February 25, 2018 |

Art is life: Foof!

Uzodinma Okehi

As always, feel I’ve mentioned this elsewhere—But here’s how deep I’d get into something without being able to have it make sense. 

February 23, 2018 | Poetry

Five Poems

David Schaefer

This is the most difficult sermon, / The one where the disciples / Burn the hamburger buns and / Christ nearly misses his train.

February 22, 2018 | Poetry

Four Poems

Vandana Khanna

I grow our loneliness in my mouth, feed you— / sweet and bleak— under a halo of buzzing stars.

February 14, 2018 | Interview

GOODNIGHT, BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by Anna Noyes

Michael Deagler

An interview with Anna Noyes

February 9, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lauren Westerfield

I am all the way turned on; turned up. Nerve-hiss-skin. There is a story here, and I am running interference.

February 8, 2018 | Fiction

Mouth Open Wide

Denise Tolan

First, he ARRIVED – like the swans at Capistrano, or aliens in the desert, or, more likely, a flaming dessert.

“Who is that?” my friend Noelle said, poking me in the ribs; her inflection, a

February 1, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Darla Mottram

Dress Code

I’ve got this friend who’s passionate about dress codes. Her name is Sharon. Most of the jobs I’ve had, when it’s come time for a boss to enforce the dress code, they do so

January 31, 2018 |

Forever Ago

Bud Smith


Radio Tower, 4yrs old

The radio tower had big cones on top. We were in the car and I said to mom, “What are those?” She didn't know so she said, “Oh, that's where Mickey Mouse lives.” I was

January 30, 2018 |

Jupiter

Leah Bond

Cave In
Album: Jupiter
Released: August 8, 2000
Hydra Head
Length: 44:10

 

My friend Beth was blamed for everything I ever did wrong. In my grandmother's eyes, it was all her fault.

January 30, 2018 | Fiction

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway

d.

texas was underwater, florida had been evacuated, and the eagle creek blaze—started by fireworks in September of the hottest Summer on record—filled the skies for hundreds of miles with the forest’s ashes.

January 29, 2018 | Fiction

SWEET BEGONIAS

Anne K. Yoder

A sister in place of a father wasn’t an exchange. I’d had twelve years with a father and none with a sister, and I’d preferred it that way.

January 24, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Christine Stroud

The Gemini

It would be a lie to say I always went to bed with one brother
and woke up with another—that at night he placed pomegranate
 
seeds on my belly, making constellations on my

January 22, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Nathan Wade Carter

I sip red wine and weed / and deface anything that looks like me

January 17, 2018 | Fiction

Dance!

Genevieve Hudson

People became a mob and the mob circled her, gnashed their teeth and lashed their arms as if to say, Dance! Dance! Dance! They wanted a concert! Another song! Dance, Connie, dance!

January 15, 2018 | Fiction

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa

Danielle Lea Buchanan

Tongue hasn’t left its .276 square foot efficiency studio apartment in three weeks. To discourage visitors due to lack of space, this space was rented. Tongue is going through a break-up. This

January 12, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Carla Diaz

There Never Was a Mainland

We burned fast that summer. The boats had stopped coming. The water kept us there. That’s the thing about islands.

We bathed at low tide. We ate shells and weeds.