March 3, 2020 |
Waiting on a Friend
Avery Gregurich
Sometimes, he gives me tips. Most of the time, it is this: “Take your time.”
March 2, 2020 | Fiction
The Seminar
Jacob Guajardo
She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy.
March 2, 2020 | Nonfiction
A Day's Waste
Aram Mrjoian
I awoke no more than ten minutes ago and already so much has been consumed
My First Edible
Dorothy Rice
I used to write in circles. Starting in the center.
From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 4)
Madison Smartt Bell
Part 1 of 4
Part 2 of 4
Part 3 of 4
Apart from all these violent events, Raziel, De Kuff, and the other cult members have been moving between Jerusalem, Safed (site of the ancient
Faye, it’s a Present for Your Birthday by The Fourth Sad Boy
Andrew Tran
He was in love with his friend Faye, had known her since elementary school.
How to Get Crushed
Cara Dempsey
If you get this far, that means that things are all, more or less, going according to plan.
Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre
Jack Vening
The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.
One Of Those Boys
Heather Domenicis
Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.
My First Apartment
Emma Brewer
The next day, I woke first and made French toast. I had a teenaged hangover, buzzing and giddy.
From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 3)
Madison Smartt Bell
The story of religious mania and the story of political violence look very likely to converge on each other. Having consciously elected the first, Lucas keeps being drawn, sometimes unwillingly, sometimes unwittingly, toward the other. Both feature his new inamorata, Sonia Barnes.
Anxiety Attack
Harrison Kim
I count the number of murderers in the class.
Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage
Ashton Carlile
There was something that she wished to start, and when she started it, she figured, her life would take on new meaning. But in this moment in time, she ate breakfast bars all hours of the day and worried about money.
THREE POEMS
Savannah DiGregorio
swang
at night i sleep next to you, your skin balmy course. like grinded down sweetgum made smooth in the sweat of the mississippi delta summer. you tear and bend at my will. your spine disjoints
On the Morning of
Kara Moskowitz
Nick your shin shaving, stare idly at the blood coursing down your foot and down the drain, and maybe this is how you do it, empty out all your insides until your shapeless skin is all that’s left.
A Glassel Bridge
Katbug
There is a universe of existence we have no words for, and maybe that is why we sequester ourselves in naturally quarantined cities: fear of the unknown and unintelligible.
The Button
Zoe Messinger
I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.
three poems
Abigail Stallings
EMOTION CASINO
welcome to your life
your face changes as you watch
outside the frame
among the distractions
you are right now
a body prone to emotion
Google Maps
attraction
you never
My First Stuffed Animal: Leopard
Nicholas A. White
During our first few years together, Leopard went through the washing machine after I peed on him, many times.
From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 2)
Madison Smartt Bell
If Lucas is the most obvious Bob Stone avatar in Damascus Gate, Adam De Kuff might also be a contender, sharing with his author an improperly managed mental illness (it’s made very plain that De Kuff has stopped taking his prescribed bipolar meds a long while back)
Textual joy
Stevie Belchak
I render a coin
for something
I forgot
the sky
scratching itself
into decency
when I
wake up
always rattling
around
in my skin
a new aesthetic
I
Winter’s Children
Mark Benedict
Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.
About a Million Joans
Gabe Montesanti
“How do I know if it’s right?” I wrote. “How did you know?” “I just knew,” she texted back.