June 29, 2017 | Poetry
Suggestions for Tinder Experiments We Could Conduct Together
Tyler Friend
Let’s create fake accounts and try to seduce each other.
June 28, 2017 | Fiction
Carl "The Monolith" Reinhardt
TJ Fuller
I used to part masses. To wade through throngs of children cheering. Boogie would press play on the cassette, and I’d come through the crowd instead of take the aisle. I’d roll on the trampoline and stand above a field of pumping fists.
June 26, 2017 | Fiction
Security Breeds Stagnation
Emily Pavick
I call that year my wandering year or my train station year or my year of the lucky rat year. It was 1996 and I was pregnant with my first child, Boris––born with a strong heart, Boris.
June 26, 2017 | Nonfiction
168 Hours on the Las Vegas Strip
Erin Langner
You would be forgiven for thinking Vegas is not the place for you.
It Won't Always Be Like This
Anita Ho Tong
She had gorgeous hair, long and dark -- I like to wrap it around my neck after we make love and fall asleep like that.
The Time Between Us
Aaron Burch
We were there to see Belgian metal band Oathbreaker. And I bought a Khemmis shirt, in part because theirs was one of the best, most metal, riffiest sets I’ve ever seen and in part because their shirts were the kinds of all wizards and skulls that you want in a metal shirt. But it was Jaye Jayle I found most hypnotic.
How to Be a Disney
Chachi Hauser
The first thing you need to know about being a Disney is that you should avoid letting anyone know that you are one.
Taking Care of the Baby
Letitia Trent
The neighbor comes to my door with my keys in his hand: I'd left them in the mailbox earlier, or maybe yesterday, or the day before that.
Dreamworlds: An Excerpt of Bruja and Interview with Wendy C. Ortiz
Elle Nash
The book reveals as much about the reader’s psyche, about the self and the readers’ reaction to reading it, as it does about the author— this deeply personal thing, a dream, so full of symbols we imbue with our own shared and cultural meanings.
Mystery Science Theater 3000
Sean Kilpatrick
Nemo me impune lacessit - pueri et infirmi, qui scripsit in pupa.
Trigger Warning
Noah Eli Gordon
It’s not the enormity of the half-eaten doughnut.
The Girlfriends
Michelle Lyn King
His new girlfriend makes things with her hands. You know. Things. Candle holders out of twigs. A mosaic picture frame out of broken up bits of CDs.
Thinking Errors
J. Bailey Hutchinson
Because I love in the manner of eating I am sure whatever I take from you will pass.
The Habit of Cutting In the Edges
Andrew Johnson
You gather one brush, one can of paint, one room, and one hand tethered to attention.
Clothes Are Rarely Important in a Highly Emphasized Way
Dóra Grőber
He's lying in bed thinking about his imaginary lover. He's not touching himself, he doesn't think about him when he does, only maybe in the very final moments.
Interview with Dan Chaon
Bryan Furuness
As far as structure goes, I’ve always been interested in the way fragments of narrative can play off one another. All of my novels have been puzzles—games—that I’ve created for myself.
Those Things You Do
Michael Seymour Blake
You ignore the sudden impulse to bash your office mug collection and dance barefoot on the broken glass shards. Instead, you brush your teeth and get into bed because you have a busy day tomorrow!
Ghosts
Brent Fisk
I began my life in a trailer. A black and white shaky construction plunked on a corner some farmer had carved out of an old cow pasture. One silver maple with a rotten core clung to life. I watched the world outside through drafty windows and remember the shade slapping the sash when the wind picked up.
Secondhand Smoke
Martin Ott
The man who bought Hitler’s bed did not have nightmares as a child.
California
Claire Greising
I don’t know if I ever actually listened to Blink-182, but I told people that I did.
Hinterland Transmissions: Folly At The Laundromat
Steve Anwyll
Of course the laundromat goes quiet. I glance around. We're all shocked. I catch the eyes of a little girl. Hair in pigtails. She looks scared.
Grass Snake, Hailstorm
Lucie Bonvalet
I walk in the mud by the river. The mud is cold. The mud swallows one foot, then the other. It's hard to remove my foot, the mud won't let me.
Believeland
Jason Koo
Woke up alone today in my own bed
after a solid sleep for the first time
in over three weeks, feeling strange there,
almost rested, but not quite, how big
my bed was around me, how new
My Father is a Collection
David Bersell
I used to think my father was a baseball card.
Osmin's Drinks
Joshua Bohnsack
Preparation:
- In pint glass, pour Rumchata over ice.
- Top with Dr. Pepper or Root Beer, whichever he is feeling.
- Drink through a straw.