November 11, 2019 | Fiction
A Temporary Addiction
Michael Don
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
November 8, 2019 | Poetry
three poems
Marcy Rae Henry
seeds
when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume thru the air and try to touch
myself the way you touched me
too bad we met/never met
November 7, 2019 | Nonfiction
The Comet
Dan Higgins
I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”
November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction
Seasick
Christina Kapp
What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise.
Dean Young
Justin Jannise
I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your turtle is dead.
You failed to mention it and I failed
to
Spy in the House of Anais Nin: an interview with Kim Krizan
Elle Nash
...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...
The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine
Helen McClory
Do you remember this one?
1994
Tom McAllister
Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.
Jokermen
Kent Kosack
The song on repeat, singing to Scout, for some reason stranded, standing on the patio table, dead-center, like a reanimated roast, and my father, drunk and shirtless, passed out in a pile of mulch in the yard.
San Francisco Municipal Bus Routes 43 & 38R
Steven Duong
July yawns. Flashes its grills...
The Sharp Edge of the Crayon
Anna Laird Barto
At last our molars burst forth from the gum and we emerged from the rose-colored womb of our first grade classroom.
The Replacements
Remy Barnes
I hope you’re still unsatisfied. I hope you’re keeping your nose clean.
Bird In Love
Kelsey Ipsen
When it is morning morning I dress myself in nice human clothes. I am ready to leave the garden, but I do not leave the garden.
from Knock It Off
Tara Boswell-Ramirez
When your father and I found out you were a boy I remembered the time in my early twenties a co-worker at my first restaurant job invited me out for a drink with the crew after our shift. He drove me
Imaginos
Sean Gill
There’s a complex mythology to this album, one that plunges the BÖC back catalogue into a cauldron of secret histories and magick mirrors and extraterrestrial visitors.
