June 17, 2019 | Nonfiction
In Perpetuity
Kamil Ahsan
On the contrary: I wanted people to see my spectacle. I wanted them to never forget it. Z had wondered: what if the joy of experiment dies with joy itself? If the relationship ends, what if we’re done with it forever?
June 14, 2019 | Fiction
There Was a Sun Once
Mariah Stovall
His subconscious deemed them too short, or not steep enough, or their grass was flecked with yellow and brown. He had succeeded in agitating his appetite and wondered what he would have for dinner.
June 13, 2019 | Fiction
Three Times I’ve Seen My Dad Cry
Nick Farriella
People hung around outside of convenience stores with their hands over their mouths blowing smoke. Stereos played loud Christmas music.
The Unseen
Jennifer Taylor
When I was 22, my mother was excited for the first day at my new job, but not so much that she couldn’t wait to tell me about the demon that had attacked her in the night.
Priorities.
They held
Anya-nyelv, Mother-tongue
Fanni Somogyi
Exchanging one anya-nyelv, mother-tongue, for another is like
nibbling salted peanuts at the sticky bar top,
unplanned but eventual for a bilingual migrant.
The other mother-
nyelv tongue is
Whatever You Want to Be
Nicholas Dighiera
Hank sucked what was left of his cigarette back in one pull and flicked it into the alley. The hot light of the ember cartwheeled through the air before disappearing into the snow.
Ballad of the Red Wisteria
Jessica Q. Stark
Because of its hardiness and tendency to escape cultivation, these non-native wisterias are considered invasive species in many parts of the United States, especially the Southeast, due to their
Log of Inconsistencies
Caitlin Palmer
Sometimes I stop talking to my boyfriend for no reason.
Whiskey for my Men, Beer for my Hoopleheads: pt. 2
Kevin Mahler
Dan Dority (W. Earl Brown) & Travis Tritt; Trixie (Paula Malcomson) & Natalie Maines; Wild Bill Hickok (Keith Carradine) & Alan Jackson; Calamity Jane Cannery (Robyn Wiegert) & Gretchen Wilson; Johnny Burns (Sean Bridgers) & Dierks Bentle
Let George Do It!
K. A. Polzin
The lyrics say "He never never lied." Is that possible? Or even desirable?
The Bottom of the Order: Jim Beam
Andrew Forbes
I write this from a subterranean lair packed tight with things: books, CDs, LPs, cassettes, an old laptop or two, and a pile of baseball memorabilia. This is where I do my writing, on a desk among all
Hunger
Amber Taliancich
I didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d last eaten. I also knew he needed water.
Today on Dagobah, Ep. 3: "Home"
Josh Sippie
“Hm,” Yoda grunted, considering the foyer, it’s openness, how exposed he was, and what he could do about it. “Hm,” he grunted again.
When The Conditions Are Right For Looking
N. Michelle AuBuchon
The last night of the trip, you stay with one of his friends in Vallecitos, New Mexico.
Sunlight
Juliana Crespo
Soon sunlight would be replaced by nighttime. I felt this, the same way my grandma could feel the rain coming on.
Surgery Dream (Euphoria)
Duncan Slagle
When my mother built me
again, she did not wait for sobs
to pass. She left clasps undone
then wept in her bedroom.
I tried to reach for the gown
but my fingers mumbled back hair
into metal
Make and Model
Kent Kosack
He tells them, pays for the burgers and, as they drive to the mall, as if to encourage them, a general addressing his troops, he tells them about fights with broken bottles, about fighting the black kids because he was white, the Italian and Polish kids because he was Jewish, the rich kids because he was poor.
Idiot Box Hero
Maggie Dove
I don't notice anything when the television is on. A bomb could go off in my kitchen and I wouldn't notice the wreckage until the next commercial break.
a constellation of stars fall from the sky
Tatiana Dolgushina
the man who touches you also touches
the other women of the city, this special
man who you chose to be your first man
even after you’ve met so many men who
wanted to know you as a woman
Too Long, Too Late
Justin Mundhenk
When I wasn’t on the road, I ate lunch at the diner just to watch Cathy polish the cutlery.
All Narrators Are Unlikeable: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Mary MIller
Elizabeth Ellen
Maybe ‘white trash American girl’ is a compliment over there?
The Diary of One Who Disappeared
Michael Mungiello
Like a punch. Like Margera. BAM.
The Brooklyn Academy of Music is smaller than the Met and cheaper than the Met ($28 versus $40). It forms a triangle between the Barclays Center and a huge Apple
In Preparation
Jake Shore
Well, at least we aren't just dead, she said.
What?
At least we aren't dead, right?
Yeah.
Cut the Cord!
Lindsey Godfrey Eccles
When our baby arrives I am feeling a funny mix of elation and terror – what have we done?
Phoebe Snow
William Hawkins
My mother crooned “Poetry Man” in the car between errands and have-to-be’s as in, “We have to be home by six,” or, “You have to be at piano rehearsal at three thirty.”




