June 17, 2014 | Fiction
The Panda Barn
Lyndsey Reese
It’s called The Panda Barn, where you can go and it’ll just be rows and rows of beds
June 13, 2014 | Interview
Brian Allen Carr Interview
Sean Kilpatrick
Sean Kilpatrick: If you and I could be said to exist outside ye old literary camps, and I think our flags remain hygienic because I don’t leave the house and you’re too good at what you do, also
June 13, 2014 | Fiction
This Is What That Means
Maggie Donohue
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
3 Fictions
Erica Stern
The Day Shirley Temple Died
I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe
Merry Christmas, Cheryl Ann
Nathan Elias
The next three and a half or four minutes will be used to draw conclusions on the relevance and authenticity of Christmas based on self reflexivity by using photographs of Cheryl Ann during the days leading up to Christmas.
Palo Alto
Sean Kilpatrick
You know shit’s over when they flunk a nihilist out of the suckass pedagogy for bringing too much optimism.
Jason Ockert Interview
Patrick Siebel
Following his debut collection, Rabbit Punches (Low Fidelity Press, 2006), Neighbors of Nothing (Dzanc, 2013) marks Jason Ockert’s triumphant return to the press, offering ten distinctly original
The Last Room
Amy Benson
Humans learn occlusion on their way out of infancy—the ability to grasp that the toy still exists when it’s under the blanket...
Blue Ruin
Sean Kilpatrick
inhabited a square-foot ghetto in Austin, cute by standards of being raised south of 8 mile, upside Detroit’s unfair putty
Year Twenty Two
Zachary Cosby
I
i dedicate this poem
to the first 15 years
of the twenty first century.
it's name is "citrus".
i call it that
because I can't remember
its real name,
or anything else
Rubber Light
Aviva LeShaw
That was the night Gabby and I drank the bottle of bourbon next to the makolet.
In America, we call them mini-marts, but in Israeli outskirts,
we call them makolets --
until we can’t form the
An Interview with Jenny Offill
Mesha Maren
Jenny Offill is the author of Last Things, and most recently, Dept. of Speculation. In the words of Michael Cunningham, “Jenny Offill’s Dept. of Speculation resembles no book I’ve read before. If
A Beautiful Woman of the World
R. Dale Smith
I sat in my chair and stared at her.
Apprehension & Other Colors, Fit to Size
Sarah Jean Alexander
I have developed the habit
of staring at the hands
of people standing next to me on the train
Baptisms for the Dead
Troy Weaver
We took a bus down to Dallas, TX, probably forty or fifty of us, and spent the night praying for our families in a large hotel room.
To the Man with the Synthesized Voice
Rebecca Givens Rolland
It was obvious to me that you needed to talk, and I was there to listen and record.
3 poems about depression
Alexandra Wuest
Make a vision board
Watch Girl, Interrupted
Eat more protein
Person-Character
Amanda Goldblatt
I
I wake up one morning and want to read Woolf. Being a woman writer. Is being a woman-who-is-a-writer something to consider, or. Yet it is not the gender really but the closeness to the skin,
Only Lovers Left Alive
Sean Kilpatrick
I won’t front about Jarmusch. He’s cooler than my ability to describe shit. He’s our genuinely cool filmmaker, anachronistic above ideal, an atavist with perfect hair. He’s the reason people should
from The Invention of Monsters / A Performance in One Act
C Dylan Bassett
SCENE
An ill wind that blows nothing. Autumn eats its leaves. It’s hard enough to understand the sequence of things--the king becomes the queen, the queen becomes the joker,




