August 23, 2019 | Fiction
A Meeting Of The Society Of Adult Men Who Have Lost Their Fathers
Robert John Miller
They gather in the basement to weep together like the boys they are.
August 21, 2019 | Poetry
Put a Fork in It
Mureall Hebert
We ate dinner with our heads down masticated silence Mom slathered hot sauce on everything including Dad’s words and the ones he didn’t say lips spraying consonants vowels dribbling down his chin i
August 20, 2019 |
King Princess, "Make My Bed"
Kaitlyn Herndon
I’ve started to clench my teeth before falling asleep.
Uncommon Prayer
Julia Dixon Evans
He was super into God. He was super into church. And he was super into me
Arrangements
Merridawn Duckler
There was a Help Wanted sign at the florists. I had a car, so I walked in and applied. This was a time in my life when I’d decided anyone could do anything. In other words, I was an artist.
But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end
Jeremiah Moriarty
after Britney Spears
The camera pans—is this still
Mars? Oops. Gloss-
lip. Oops. Long-lashed eyes
gazing between the scraps.
Guttural purr. Oops I.
Did. It. Again. White girl
Empathy in the Usual Way: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Amanda Goldblatt
Elizabeth Ellen
"Honestly, I don't care if language overtakes story."
Blood on the Tracks
Mark Koepke
When I was young, I never kept a journal. Instead, my understanding of the world—and myself within in it—got wound up in 500-plus battered tapes that have followed me through life.
The Bottom of the Order: Your 2003 Detroit Tigers
Andrew Forbes
The thing I can't wrap my head around, when it comes to the 2003 Detroit Tigers, is what it must have been like to show up to work every day. What must it have taken, as the losses mounted – up to and
three poems
Justin Lacour
Dear Naomi,
Please find enclosed some clippings from the local fishwrapper. I’ve underlined the juicy parts in blue pencil. It’s complete kleptocracy down here. You were right to leave. I can’t
Willis Alan Ramsey
Avery Gregurich
Most nights I would take communion with Willis Alan Ramsey, a one trick pony like me, but I hadn’t even run yet.
My First Weapon
Laura Todd Carns
My first boyfriend collected knives. He was the kind of boy who listened to Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne, who liked to draw superheroes and werewolves, and was drawn to darkness and violence with the
Three poems
Claire Denson
Amoral Impurity
Picking at ingrown
pubes on the porch swing
in the sun on the first
summery day of May
and the dogs reach up to lick
my cooch. This is not
the first time today I’ve
I get sick
Lee Patterson
I vomit discretion, magic tricks, a glass ashtray. I take a break
from vomiting & light a bottle rocket.
Surfer
Sean Christopher West
“Recorded learned and mixed in two days” sounds like exactly the sorta shenanigans we were all about.
Naked, We Looked More Alike
Alec Prevett
I crave the lack of my thousand siblings...
Dispatches from the Treehouse: Roots and Barks and Birds (and Elaine)
Joseph Horton
For a moment, regardless of our lives, everything the light touches is warm and friendly, and we are all indeed in the same circle: Access Member Humans who love Access Member Dogs and can put up with their people for three hours because we also love baseball.
I Hope My Salt Lamp Is a Weeping Deity
Erin Slaughter
I am lonely and just learning how to say I'm lonely...
"Talkin' Bout Practice": This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals...
Alyssa Oursler
This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals Because No One Here Cares About the NBA Finals
Jurgen Klopp, the coach of Liverpool’s soccer team, wears a black shirt and pale-framed glasses, just like the
Meanwhile, Et in Arcadia
Patrick Crerand
Of course, Jesus only had hyssop—a bitter wine on a wet sponge—during the passion, but that was not an option at the concession stand.
Three Poems
Lucas Shepherd
"My Favorite Hat," "Blue Hawaii Hat," and "Rust is a Color, the Tech Sergeant Told Me"
Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Hoopleheads: pt. 5
Kevin Mahler
Read Kevin Mahler's Introduction to his ongoing 5-part "Portrait Series Paralleling Characters in HBO’s Deadwood with Contemporaneous Pop Country Musicians," and check out previous parts 1 and 2 and
My First Car: '86 powder blue Hyundai named Carolyn
Melissa Ragsly
That first year of having her, I would drive by myself, just to feel that relief of no anxiety. I felt tense even around my friends not because I didn't want to be around them, but because I needed a