September 29, 2023 | Fiction
Escapement
Daisy Alioto
Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.
September 29, 2023 | Trip Reports
Sand Drifts
Mark Blickley
you might smell donkey and driver if the dung laced breeze blows up your nose as my body quivers with new found knowledge of time
September 27, 2023 | Poetry
Two Poems from 'Employment'
Gina Tron
i make prices
i blend into aisles
i am a bottle of stool softener
Sitting House
Robert Nazar Arjoyan
Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.
The Branzino
Greta Schledorn
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
Molly and I Always Went To the Fancy Taco Bell in East Waterbury Instead of the Shitty One Downtown
Cash Compson
The summer she was without anyone
and I had just left the other girl
in Jersey City,
Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults
who lived with our parents. She seemed like
For Jodi
E.B. Griffin
He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.
No Saint, No Martyr
Gabriel Hart
I’m trying to do this story to get Kim’s feelings out there, but there seems to be a lot of secrecy and rumors about her death as if people are ashamed of how she died instead of why she died…
Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author
Derek Maine
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
Waiting Through the Ones Who Came After You
Ella Schmidt
That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station
You have the ass of a fully grown cherub
Laughlin Cole
When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.
Rejecting Beauty Like Nico and Baudelaire
Vanessa Aricco
We chased the tail laid before us. Scratching and sniffing our way to pain. We took turns leaving consciousness for a few seconds.
Evel Knievels
md wheatley
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
The Horoscope
Hayden Church
My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage
As the World Echoes
Laine Derr
I was stationed in Osh, a forty minute flight south of the capital. I had
a decent sized apartment
You're Not in Love You're Just High
Lilly Grainger
1. A bottle of orange wine – half a packet of cigarettes.
2. You caught at the bar the space so crowded that people were practically caught under your armpits – grinning nervously, two pina coladas in hand.
3. A kitchen dance – or two.
4. Luther Vandross.
William Burroughs and Sheila Heti on a post-harcore band tour bus, Dante as tour manager, Italo Calvino the support band: A review of Geoff Rickly's debut novel Someone Who Isn't Me
Adelaide Faith
Part I of the book is titled Forest.
Future Present
Brad Phillips
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
The Redhead
S.H. Woodgeard
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
Headphones
Katie Frank
Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.
Spotted
Reilly Tuesday
Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous
Good Enough for Government Work: Becoming a Cam Girl
Brittany Micka-Foos
One night—which was, as it turned out, my last night camming
The Olfacteur
Eric Sacks
“Must have been rich kids,” says Al. “A lot harder to make money staying anonymous.”