September 18, 2015 | Nonfiction
I Can Self Destruct
Shawn Binder
If you’ve ever been asked to place your anxiety on a litmus test of 1-10 and have no idea what a 10 would constitute, then you know how jarring and disconnected this question could be. I thought about running away from the office, I thought about knocking over one of her plants
September 18, 2015 | Fiction
A Man Got Shot in Ohio
Saugat Bhattarai
Later at night she looked by the fires of Ohio at the burn on her palm
September 17, 2015 | Poetry
Three Poems
Sarah Ann Winn
She says the moon is just an overflowing ashtray with butts buried in the dark side.
Staff Meeting
Ginny MacDonald
In the staff meeting she thought about enemas.
Irrational Man
Sean Kilpatrick
Only someone whose amazing art can no longer hide them from the petty philanthropy hopefully juxtaposing the asinine incest of their crimes would issue such a dollar bill of a sentence.
Six Days in Glorious Vienna
Yoko Ogawa
Fourteen tourists had signed up for “Six Days in Glorious Vienna: Open Plan,” and since Kotoko and I were the only singles in the group, it was inevitable that we ended up rooming together at the hotel.
Annotations
Nari Kirk
In nearly every used book—bought, borrowed, or salvaged—I’ve found them.
Some Horns (Pt. 8)
Nick Francis Potter
You all don't seem too keen on fiddling here with bloody Henry.
Some Life, Hunh?
Steve Anwyll
I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along Rue Saint-Rémi.
You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.
An Encounter
Greg Mulcahy
I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.
Grimestore Cowboy
Brian Alan Ellis
I was drunk and coked up and thought it’d be a good idea to cut through some strange wooded area. Then I was completely underwater.
Daddy Issues
Tyler Gillespie
I tell you I wish my dad would come out as trans like Caitlyn Jenner &/or late-in-life gay like my ex-boyfriend’s father.
The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy
Cara Dempsey
Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.
SKATOPIA (POST) LIVEBLOG
Juliet Escoria
Our friend Stacy Kranitz, who is a (super talented) photographer, invited Scott and me to go to Skatopia’s 20th Anniversary Bowl Bash in June. Of course, we said yes. Here is
The Outsiders
Shane Jones
Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets
Faults / Cheap Thrills / The Shield / The Corndog Man
Sean Kilpatrick
Being human is about: what’s unobtainable today?
Street Names
Irene McGarrity
When I met Magic on 188th and Valentine, he pulled a quarter from behind my ear. Most guys didn’t try that hard.
Sprint: A Plane Crashes Out Over the Atlantic
Andrew Bertaina
We were sitting on the shores of the Atlantic, waiting for the wind to change and the black flies to get blown back out to sea when the plane went down.
Trade Deadline
Tom McAllister
A few minutes before tip-off, Gorilla stretches in the locker room—he’s no longer allowed to stretch on the court, not since an activist group called it a prolonged obscene gesture—and he is beset by
Alfred Wichly interviews Sucker June author Sean Kilpatrick
Alfred Wichly
Kilpatrick on the artist’s political responsibilities (these are apparently multiple): Hate has more borders than I can muster into the capability of a vision. That’s why I scream in short bursts.
I Had a Dream That Was a Salsa Flavor
Jason Koo
for Rachel Corso
Have you tried all our salsa flavors before?
This is mild (not medium), this is spicy, this is verde
(That means green), this is volcanic, this is you
Not listening.
The Nicest Guy in the World: An Interview with Arthur Bradford
Kevin Maloney
“Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.” – Kurt Vonnegut
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