February 27, 2015 | Fiction
Huff and Puff
Eshu Bandele
My man shocked me by pulling out dirty magazines with pictures of fat black women called Black Tail. He had had the mags concealed in an oversize manila envelope.
February 26, 2015 | Poetry
Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there.
Natalia Holtzman
Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there.
The heavy moon’s already almost halved itself, the month’s almost passed. I saw
a cat huddled, early this morning, by a
February 25, 2015 | Fiction
Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity
Derick Dupre
The Germans call it the downfall. The French call it sleep. The Polish just give you vague directions.
Russian Fathers and Russian Sons
Hugh Smith
It’s also the story of a horse, which is a word but also a kind of animal.
For Luis (2)
Aiden Arata
I wear glasses now, Luis,
you wouldn’t even recognize me.
Cigarette Shotgun
Victor Freeze
All I wanted to do was tell some jokes at an open mic and look what I had to go through. I was running for my life.
Autumn Rhythm
Jimmy Chen
Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes.
Bipolar Cowboys: Noah Cicero in conversation with Juliet Escoria
Juliet Escoria
The Noah Cicero who answered Juliet Escoria’s questions, he is already gone and to take it farther he wasn’t even there before he answered the questions. The Noah Cicero that answered the questions was only that Noah Cicero.
2 Fictions
Stefan Kiesbye
Katie keeps a pet duck in her Echo Park garden house. We sit on the edge of her tub and she sings, 'You are so beautiful to me,' the Joe Cocker song.
A Chingu in Seattle (For Jake Levine)
Noah Cicero
We sat many a Saturday
on the bank of The Han River,
in Seoul. Drinking makkoli,
looking at Basquiats, talking
about what it means to be Jewish,
when we danced at Susie Q's to
"Changes"
The Rossini Suckdown
Sean Kilpatrick
The tone deaf values most families scrambled to anesthetize irked my metabolism.
Craig and Crystal
Fortunato Salazar
and yes, I know how everyone beats up on StevenHawking, that he doesn’t do his thinking for himself, he had one good idea and that was that
Take a Bow and Accept the Bouquets: My Struggle with My Struggle, Book 3
Andrew Bomback
Coincidentally, I read the third book of My Struggle in the two weeks leading up to my daughter’s third birthday. The coincidence is that my daughter was experimenting with a particularly annoying
Sleep
Steve Anwyll
With my back to the washer and dryer I started pissing down the wall.
Beaver Hunt
Vanessa Norton
We stood there, not knowing what to do, so he lowered himself to the floor to show me how he slept.
“Don't you get cold?”
“Only when it's windy.”
“You're in Wyoming.”
“I'll show
American Sniper
Sean Kilpatrick
I’m troubled to notice odd similarities between my nihilism and the right wing.
Babies from the Dry Counties
Adam Morris
Babies from the Dry Counties became a fated élite. From the creamiest of breasts to organic kale pudding and Montessori kindergarten.
A Thicket. A Glen.
Jane-Rebecca Cannarella
We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?
Emails From Beatriz
found text remixed by Rolf Potts
I.
When I was a kid I believed
in good old-fashioned animistic
souls coming out of the grass
and the sky and the rocks.
I loved walking
in Las Rocas de Santo Domingo
and seeing
2 Fictions
Robert Lopez
The trouble with paddling is your arms get tired. I tell this to the girls but they don’t listen.
Whisper Satyr
Jen Hirt
With my inheritance I buy duck prosciutto and rent vacation homes on beaches and mountains.
The Imitation Game / Foxcatcher
Sean Kilpatrick
Between The Social Network and The Imitation Game, we can decipher precisely how our genitals should disrobe us. I, for one, will be relieved to wave them uploaded straight under Darwin’s