January 13, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
CL Bledsoe & Michael Gushue
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
January 12, 2017 |
Thing I Didn’t Write About Whoppers and How You Broke My Heart
Tara Atkinson
This was the “Year of the Whopper”:
I ate a Whopper.
I ate a Whopper.
You dumped me.
January 11, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Shelley Whitaker
There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise
In Silhouette
Mehdi M. Kashani
My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
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.
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.”
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
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.




