Poem for the recently laid off
By James Yeh - Feb 13, 2020
You are no longer twenty-seven or twenty-eight
Or twenty-nine or thirty
Five Microcosmographies
By Bella Bravo - Feb 11, 2020
The guard called me by name, a name he gave me and that is not worth repeating here. Today outside of the museum, I strained to see the emerald through the window. Over the heads of couples picnicking across a long lawn, the guard waved to me.
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You and Me and Like, Where Do We Go, After All This Time?
By Marston Hefner - Jan 13, 2020
I fucked my best most prestigious dog in the world today. Fucking my best dog in the world felt so good.
Read More >Icebergs
By Steven Arcieri - Dec 17, 2019
I intended to write about the brutal car wreck I was inches away from being involved in but didn’t. Now I must trick my body again.
Read More >Drone Gone!
By Liza St. James - Dec 9, 2019
Norman warned him once. Of all the places you could fly that thing! he yelled at the sky, loud enough for the kid to hear him. It was a perfect blue day, the trees were still, our coffees still hot.
Read More >Two Stories
By Christopher Kennedy - Nov 25, 2019
You can gamble in the casino of stars at night where the moon looks like a pill and God deals you a terrible hand and there are no limits. You, the famous unknown, holding your baby and your syringe, waiting to be discovered by reality. Head full of sky, throat full of spiders.
Read More >4/15/18
By Rebecca Peel - Nov 20, 2019
in his professionalism, he seemed slightly nervous as though i might
keep asking him to touch me more and more places, but i didn’t, i too
remained professional, i said, ok thanks for looking i just wanted to make
sure, and i sat up, and he went back to his seat across the room
excerpts from Little Hollywood
By Jinwoo - Nov 11, 2019
This building must be so tired. I am this building. I am a shit nightclub on the seafront with stained herringbone floors. [Beat.]
Read More >Two Stories
By Nathan Dragon - Nov 5, 2019
A man on the patio is talking, in a way that seems like he is trying to reach an audience, about a phase in his life when he did push-ups every 15 minutes no matter where he was. Anywhere.
Read More >Somewhere, A Toilet Flushed
By Brian Kelly - Oct 28, 2019
He had a head of lettuce between his waxy hands. The place reeked of vinegar. My mother had been snoring strong in their bedroom since I walked in. Dad said she had a toothache.
Read More >Them Looking Back at Us
By Francesca Coppola - Oct 14, 2019
the whole house smells like fried butter, the walls are impregnated with the smell of butter, because the walls of this house absorb everything, the wife is making steak
Read More >Fishing
By Zoe Dubno - Oct 2, 2019
She rattled on enthusiastically about the pros and cons of ordering chocolate, vanilla, or swirl. When we selected swirl, she screamed that we’d made a great choice.
Read More >Corroboration
By Blake Butler - Sep 26, 2019
That’s how people were these days most often, though not my mother. I heard her cooing even as they tickled off her flesh.
Read More >Five Poems
By Sam Pink - Sep 23, 2019
Turning a crank
on the side of my head
& shooting diamonds
out of my eyes
Read More >Havana, 3PM
By Lara Konrad - Sep 10, 2019
I watch your mouth
swallow the fruit
as I caress your head.
Sorry, No Blues Magoos
By Christopher Kennedy - Sep 3, 2019
They give me the freedom to do this, this thing they call telling the truth. Summon me. I promise to do the chores.
Read More >Everybody’s Darling
By Grant Maierhofer - Aug 22, 2019
I am intruding—I am an intruder—how unsavory mother would find it. I open the drawer of a dark wood chest and I see them. A sea of pinks and whites, offwhites and yellows. Silk, lace, small blankets, warm serviettes.
Read More >Snowball Jr.
By Ashleigh Bryant Phillips - Aug 14, 2019
The cooks and local policemen came by to see her on her shifts. Her necklaces got tangled in the skin tags on her neck. She begged me to mash cysts on her back.
Read More >Four Poems
By John Maradik - Aug 12, 2019
the brilliant Sophie
forsaking introductions
before an audience of philistines
Mr. Corpulent Wants Polaroid Proof
By Kimberly King Parsons - Aug 5, 2019
He’ll pinch his photos with fat fingers and wave them about. The body will develop into something creamy. I’ll make him crop out the skull, per our agreement.
Read More >A Brief and Volatile Period
By Ashton Politanoff - Jul 29, 2019
Is there mayonnaise in that? a woman—a stranger—asked. Her sharp chin jutted down at his potato salad. The lenses of her sunglasses were gigantic, giving her face the appearance of an insect.
Read More >The Contagious Abortion of Cattle
By Catherine Foulkrod - Jul 23, 2019
They called it the Bacillus abortus of Bang, no joke. Stockmen and dairymen shot up in the night to a pounding at the door, a light on in the barn.
Read More >Don’t Think It Be Like It Is
By David Fishkind - Jul 15, 2019
Then, I’d just finished work on a novel, the publication of which I’d been assured would change my life. I was pre-diagnosis, drinking in moderation. The night before, I’d gone on my second date with the woman who’d never heard of Phil.
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