Grief
By Chelsey Minnis - Feb 28, 2018
People say there is such a thing as grief.
I will tell you about grief.
Grief is a few flinches a day.
Someday you’ll get over it.
When you die.
Our Lady of Bleak Hearts
By David Nutt - Feb 26, 2018
Shaver crawled through the broken windshield, sluggish as a drugged lion. Slowly more of him cohered. He spat another silver crown and tried to regain his land legs, relearning to walk across all that brown flatness.
Read More >A Moral Point
By Ryūnosuke Akutagawa - Feb 23, 2018
Have you heard the story—about humans eating humans? No. Not about the famine in Russia. This one happened long ago in Japan. An old woman was eaten by an old man.
Read More >Five Texts
By Sarah Boulton - Feb 21, 2018
I had wanted to keep an echo and so I found one that lasted for eighteen seconds, recorded it and set it to always play on loop. To help, Polly and I thought she could be not the echo but the whole wish itself and so we had many conversations about where she was.
Read More >The President of Costa Rica
By Shane Jones - Feb 19, 2018
The world was designed for trees. Birds came later to move the seeds around. But people who label people toxic are the most toxic. They are worse than hippies.
Read More >Being Gross
By David Fishkind - Feb 16, 2018
Ana had posted a picture on Instagram of her hand in a flower. I scrolled a little further. She’d posted a picture of herself holding a bottle of something I didn’t recognize in a city I’d never been to. I put my head down and walked in front of a car.
Read More >Three Stories
By Susan Laier - Feb 14, 2018
The person was dressed in a dark pink and bright blue satin outfit. His face was painted faintly as if the make-up had been partly removed after hours. Whomever he was, or whomever he was trying to be, this individual had a magic sparkle around him.
Read More >Being Alone
By Marston Hefner - Feb 12, 2018
I masturbated on Sherman Alexie’s Pulitzer-Prize Winning The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian because I wanted to know what it felt like to be intimate with something great. All of my lovers have been less than fantastic. Nothing ever happens.
Read More >Three Prose Poems
By Christopher Kennedy - Feb 7, 2018
Will we be broken as light is broken in water, refracted, a trick? Even in our sleep we can’t forget. Stars eating stars. Blue water stippled with light. A shoebox full of teeth. A dog full of many other dogs.
Read More >Three Poems
By Cristine Brache - Feb 6, 2018
my name is Sofia ,black eyes, with a tight and petite body, I am 168cm,49kg , 35c-24-34. a cute and sexy girl. I work in a cloth shop in daytime, but in nighttime I am also doing some part time escort. If you like, I can be your Girlfriend for a night.
Read More >Two Poems
By Elisa Gabbert - Feb 2, 2018
I want an artist to try to “understand the shape of my mouth.”
1. Nobody understands it as well as I do. 2. I don’t understand it.
I don’t understand why pilots tell you the cruising altitude. Like, what’s that got to do with me?
I’m not trying to be rhetorical, I really don’t understand.
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