October 13, 2016 | Poetry
Three Poems
Anonymous
Dear Katie
The movie we watched the night you told me you were leaving your husband for a girl with skin rough as a butcher’s block no storm could ever smooth clean. When sharks were falling from
October 11, 2016 | Fiction
Fun Person
Deirdre Coyle
He removed a wad of fabric from under the bed, pulling on boxers and an Anthrax t-shirt. I winced at the Anthrax logo—I knew better than to fuck guys into thrash metal—too late now.
October 10, 2016 | Poetry
Four Poems
Christine Gosnay
Being There
Describing my body is easy
because I do not know what it looks like.
From above, I imagine my face
when it experiences a thrill.
There could be more to what I’m looking
October 10, 2016 | Fiction
Smoothie Guru
Erin McIntosh
I wondered what my mother would say about the gun, and then I wondered it out loud. M gave me a look I was too worn out to interpret.
Hinterland Transmissions: Canadian Thanksgiving
Steve Anwyll
But if it's anything like years passed it'll boil down to something real simple. Start drinking as soon as the coffee is done. Bottles of beer and wine. We'll wrap ourselves up in blankets to stave off the cold. Too cheap to turn on the portable radiators we use to heat our place. Her parents will call. We'll feign sobriety. A hard thing to do at 10:00 a.m. with wine-stained lips.
Dreamcrasher
Agustín Lopez
I had never considered practicing polyamory, so when my girlfriend suggested it to me, I didn’t know what to say.
Only Sunshine
Becky Mandelbaum
Her parents, Mary and Don, were overcome first by grief and then by caution: they purchased fire extinguishers and flame retardant blankets, put the fire department on speed dial and plugged the holes in the nursery wall with corks, so that the angry neighbors could not look in and make a spectacle of their only child. Julia was their everything
Five Poems
Elizabeth Cantwell
How Come No One On Twitter Is Talking About This
The eye a camera humming across the top of the earth : cavern
gully ravine gorge Far below a tiny man jumps into a tiny
Teeth and Claws
Tabitha Laffernis
Some hours pass, and nobody has impressed her
A Very Small Forest Fire
Andrew Duncan Worthington
Before we entered the most raved about amusement park in the world, we went into the woods nearby . . .
Feeding the Statues Dynamite with Sean Kilpatrick
Nicholas Rys
I only want to read erased fucking.
The Peculiar Draw of Orange
Eric Dovigi
John’s hands are on the wheel, very still, and he’s looking straight ahead at the dark yellow lines of Route 66.
Interview with Jade Sharma
Michael Deagler
The Millennial aspect is important because, like many Millennials, its protagonist does not wear labels easily.
Leonard/Fergus/Clemenza/Herbert/ Barzini/Lord Baltimore (noun)
Sarah Destin
You mean to say, “hello” or “good morning,” but you know that, between us, that would be strangely inappropriate before our morning cup of coffee
Five Mile Line
Eric Cavazos
This story is a fresh take on the proverbial phrase: go the extra mile for someone else.
There Is a Word for This
Ben Slotky
It starts like this, the saddest story I know does. It starts with me and it starts with my son.
Three Poems
William Torrey
“You’re damned if you do and damned if you won’t”
Jack Beauregard Divides His Time
Benjamin T. Miller
Jack Beauregard divides his time into zeroes and ones. He divides his time between mundane tasks and the question of whether he is worth loving.
Five Poems
Yuan Changming
The ferry man asked, Where is its mom? I am his mother!
Two Daydrinking Stories
Bud Smith
We go to a bar for lunch that serves free candy.




