June 14, 2022 | Fiction
America's Baby
Alex Juffer
“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”
June 14, 2022 |
Down on the Magic Valley
Brian Allen Carr
I started working on an essay about Fernando A. Flores’s Valleyesque in early May. Time got away from me—as time often does—and while I was working on the piece, the Uvalde school shooting
June 12, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay
It was all so poetic, Ma, the way we loved.
H. K. Agustin
The stench of my high school ID lanyard hung around my neck like a noose for the rest of the school year, reminding me of my capacity for self-destruction.
Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself
Julián Martinez
Fuck an infographic — where’s the paper?
Operation: Get Paper to hand out paper,
‘cause all my people needed was their papers.
The Case Against Sunsets
M.A. Boswell
Who could trust those colors? Smears of scarlet molting into pert lavender.
Maybe Then I'll Be Cured: An Interview with Graham Irvin
Crow Jonah Norlander
You might be reluctant to try liver mush. You might think it’s not for me. But you are at a party, and you’ve been cornered by a stranger, and there’s nobody else there you really want to talk to, and
Three Poems
Mollie Swayne
The Day I Drove to Dubuque (an Hour and Fifteen Minutes One-Way) to Find Out I Had $1.09 Left on a Books-A-Million Gift Card
poetry in real life is January in Iowa,
watching from my
Love Bugs
Brianna Avenia-Tapper
Not long after the bugs started crawling out of my sink, the diamond on my engagement ring fell off.
Jim
Jason Hardung
If a middle-aged man sobs in a dark room and nobody is around to hear it, does anyone say, “It’s just a cat. Get over it?”
The Swimsuit
Matthew Feasley
When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.
His Nonna's Ghost Destroyed Our Relationship
Kimberly Elkins
Ten years ago, I made a temporary move from New York to Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a research fellowship for my novel. Within a month, I met Gino, a tall lawyer with a pronounced Roman nose,
I, Caravaggio
Eugenio Volpe
Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other.
2022 Night Out Manifestation
Amelia Anthony
We will have an easy drunken conversation I won’t remember.
Brad Listi talks psychedelics, quitting Twitter, and his novel, Be Brief and Tell Them Everything
Tao Lin
And at its core, it’s a book about candor and creation and intimacy and talking about things that often go unsaid.
Is not scar but is like scar
Shaun Pieter Clamp
She said she made boys fall in love with her. I said I was above her manipulations but I cried when she left. When she posted pictures with other guys I felt awful. I tried not to talk to her. Her messages came less and less until finally the feeling calloused.
meditation on glass of whiskey as singing bowl
Frank Carellini
i impart resonance on the amber zen
in a manifestation of waterford
and drink down the vacuity to expedite
enlightenment:
a numb tongue and thawing cheek and the ringing reaching
A Foil Grip: Lessons in Fencing & Other Indoor Sports
Lindsey Danis
As a baby dyke, I’d waded into sex and romance like a kid at a water park, slowly and then all at once. Now I was on the sidelines.
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Cakes and Cats
Joseph Horton
He’s from Modesto, which is clear without him telling everyone in his row and ours that he’s from Modesto. “Takes me only an hour to get here…because let’s just say…I don’t always drive the speed limit,” he says...
Unsaid
Tina Tocco
Let’s say you go to the beach. And let’s say it’s on your own for the first time. And let’s say you’re 13 and look 15. Maybe 16. And let’s say your mom doesn’t know you’re going alone, because Olivia was coming, but the little chickenshit went and told her mom, that stuck-up bitch from Scarsdale, who said why the hell does your father even bother paying for flute lessons?
Cracks
Natalie Harris-Spencer
Half Brits, half Americans. Special Relationship Rule No. 1: Love thy neighbo(u)r.
On Penguins in Brooklyn
Ashley D. Escobar
On Penguins in Brooklyn
the protagonist feels like
she’s never leaving,
stuck on a moving walkway
in the middle of cincinnati
international airport
in kentucky,
headphones dangling,
she
Masturbation is a type of isometric exercise
Lacey Verhalen
Two months in, we began to confide our secrets to each other. Her early brush with benzos. My peer-pressure-prone passivity.
Equivalence
Suphil Lee Park
Equivalence
How heartbreaking to find irises tilting
to full bloom in one direction
as if waiting for someone to come
down their path are one symptom
of light’s partiality. A heart
Bordertown Escorts
Stacia Campbell
To our right, I feel the cool breath of a gaping canyon. It beckons, invisible behind the wall of fog, its voice the skid of tires on gravel.