June 28, 2015 |
Flying Machine (Pt. 4)
Lydia Conklin
Okay, now -- I'm going to tie this end to the box. Lydia, throw the other end over our tree. Gilly, stand guard over the box.
June 26, 2015 | Poetry
poems
Elizabeth Ellen
Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.
June 26, 2015 | Fiction
2 Fictions
Uzodinma Okehi
Nothing Works: 1
-New York City 2005
I should be through thinking about it. Ok, but I remember just going batshit, breaking up with Vanessa on the payphone. Hanging up, couple minutes,
It's Today Right Now
J.D. Hager
Yesterday my mom called me up and asked me to buy her cigarettes. I told her no and hung up.
2 Fictions
Ryan Bender-Murphy
After the Bombing
Santa did not know how to react to the sight; he only stared. At the granite block, there were three rows filled with ten men, each of whom was Santa. The only thing that
How to Get Fired from a Coffee Shop
Kenta Maniwa
Focus too much time on watching Amanda make cappuccinos.
3 Fictions
Siel Ju
In times of great dissatisfaction, you will occasionally find yourself dating two men.
Quality Time
Ed Meek
I was afraid the security guards would stop us, but they just shrugged when I took the plane out and put it on the field. One of them even said something nice like, “Whoa, that is a cool.” I taxied it from the end zone; it took off and buzzed up into the sky.
Interrogations
Gretchen Schrafft
We’d do it with whatever was laying around: a jump rope, an extension cord, stray fistfuls of fishing line. Down in the basement, while the babysitter watched Spanish-language television in the living room, we pulled these things taut, secured wrists, ankles, and torsos to my father’s old recliner. Toby was a boy scout, so his knots were better than mine, but I was by far the more skillful interrogator.
Pop Therapy: A Playlist
Kate Lebo
By dread I’m inspired, by fear I’m amused. The phrase was cursived on a cocktail napkin and folded into my handshake by a steel-haired young woman two weeks before my 20th birthday.
The Tribe
Sean Kilpatrick
Cinetopia is a Detroit film festival for fresh retirees on a cinematic tour bus who belch knowingly whenever they mistake their hunched way into an obscene masterpiece.
poems about the spiritual weight of hard shell tacos
Pete Holby
My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.
Non-Reader Spotlight: Rebecca Klaes, Part 1
Going to school full-time and raising two kids definitely involves a lot of reading, but does it make you a reader?
Ex Machina / Captain Phillips
Sean Kilpatrick
Some animals devour their young to cease lactation so they can fuck more often. People tripped over the invention of a conscience for no other happenstance than to keep our numbers plump.
Those Bears (pt. 3)
Jarod Roselló
You want to watch a movie?
Nah, I think I'm going to go write for a bit.
popsicle stick bomb
Steve Anwyll
In my head I can't believe what he just said. How the hell are we going to take a bunch of ordinary popsicle sticks and turn them into bombs? Bombs? Shit, they explode. There's fire involved! Is Kevin nuts? We'll kill people!
What a Weird Game of Dominoes: A Conversation with Alex Jiang
Pat Siebel
Last fall, Aaron tweeted something about accepting a few comics from a nine year-old. We’d soon discover the boy’s name was Alex Jiang, and that he was hilarious. When “Meet Lazy Wolf,” “Fashion




