January 9, 2017 | Nonfiction
Wild Unknown Country
Kait Heacock
Everything is cosmically predestined when you are stoned. She put off the trip as long as she could, eating three-day old pasta out of Tupperware. This is what they mean by mind-numbing. This is some strong shit.
January 9, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Tasha Coryell
Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.”
January 7, 2017 |
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Harold Stallworth
A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11, 2016
Label: Epic Records
Length: 61 minutes, 16 songs
All of my favorite people are
January 6, 2017 | Fiction
Near Nature, Near Perfect
Sean Towey
Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked.
You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?
A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory
Lynn Mundell
She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.
Skater Die
Joel Tomfohr
“I love watching you get dressed.”
“More than you love watching me undress?”
The Heart as a Protostar
Ferris Wayne McDaniel
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
An Interview with Adam Ehrlich Sachs
Michael Deagler
I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.
Second Engine
Sarah Bates
I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.
Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection
Mesha Maren
The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.
WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM
Emily Dhatt
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun
Ryan Bloom
Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.
Old School
K.C. Frederick
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
A Crow's Tale
John Peacock
Check out John's previous Adventure Comics:
"I Need Your Boat"
"The Lucky Texan"
Four poems
Chris Gilmore
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a
Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums
Steve Anwyll
I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.
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
White Sands
Peter Shippy
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
An Interview with Louisa Ermelino
Michael Deagler
As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.
Transcendental with Reincarnation
Julianne Neely
Transcendental with Reincarnation
I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/
The Participants
Mack Gelber
Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.
The Art of Fiction Lists
an interview with Chris Bachelder, by Aaron Burch
I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.
Maybe Rome Grew Tired
Tyler Atwood
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.