Woosh Hum
By Joseph Grantham - Jun 14, 2017
A couple years ago I tried to kill myself. It was when I was in the throes of it with her. I can tell you her ...
Read More >Two Poems
By Daniel Bailey - Jun 12, 2017
THE WATERFALLNESS OF THE WATER YOU LOOK DOWN TO FIND THE MOSQUITO STILL ATTACHED TO YOUR FOOT IT HAS DIED AND ...
Read More >pop off season
By Precious Okoyomon - Jun 9, 2017
I moved to New York to become a well adjusted person I’m broke as a joke learning all the words to this ...
Read More >Three Poems
By Bunny Rogers - Jun 5, 2017
my-selfish-love Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my ...
Read More >The Agreement
By Ashton Politanoff - Jun 3, 2017
A man in a denim jacket met them outside the building and gave them the key. It was cheaper than any hotel, and ...
Read More >Poofy
By Kim Chinquee - Jun 1, 2017
"This is a masterpiece," she said to her parrot. The parrot said, "Masterpiece," and the dog barked. ...
Read More >‘Scene at Caps’ from the novel “Getting Off”
By Jonathan Reiss - May 25, 2017
The door shut behind me and I immediately logged on to Camboyz. For a moment I felt a kind of pride as I logged on, ...
Read More >ANSELMO
By Rob Sobel - May 20, 2017
The boy hasn’t seen a dawn in years, not since high school when he’d run two miles before a brief breakfast (always ...
Read More >ROSE
By Mimi Lok - May 17, 2017
After many days and nights, Rose arrives in the city with snow-edged shoulders. “I came down from the ...
Read More >A Social Philosophy
By Cyan Perry - May 13, 2017
I sat and sipped my way through my first beer, and began to feel a little looser. A breeze blew across the ...
Read More >NO MATTER WHICH WAY WE TURNED
By Brian Evenson - May 10, 2017
From the Spring 2016 Issue of PEOPLE HOLDING No matter which way we turned the girl, she didn’t have a ...
Read More >Caught
By Sara Lippmann - May 9, 2017
The rabbit family is in trouble. The father – if that moldering mass is the father – has been dead for ...
Read More >Found photos developed by Pete Mauney from his collection
By Pete Mauney - May 7, 2017
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Read More >Late-Stage Therapy
By Paul Perkus - May 2, 2017
1 Back in his office my therapist, Dr. Walter, has beshitted himself again. Should we change ...
Read More >MACHER
By Brian Zimbler - May 1, 2017
It’s all well and good to believe I’m one with everything my wife and I are taking a Meditation Basics class you should’ve seen the look the teacher gave me for a loud fart I did take a class on Southeast Asian Traditions and Cultures in college and wrote a A- paper about how everything in the whole world is a blueness, and sometimes I am able to get there, usually right after I’ve had coffee in the morning and I’m like if I die this moment I am dying at the precise moment when I am myself but other times, mostly before bed, I cannot imagine it, and I am scared I won’t wake up the next day, and my head on my pillow feels as arbitrary and flimsy as Saran.
Read More >OPEN FIFTHS
By Ariana Reines - Apr 30, 2017
I just watched a Tony Robbins video
You may judge this a counterrevolutionary gesture
Thinking about the people I forgot to write back to
I ate as much peanut butter as I could
Listening to I CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
(Pats the boot of his gun affectionately) a kind of bug
As siphoner sucking up the purple world thru its straw
Whorling hurricanes out from the backs of beetles, diaper rashes
Heavy tits heavy eyes of a heavy lady, a lady with fibroids
A lady who suffers migraines, I wanna fuck a woman who knows pain
Father John Misty’s “Pure Comedy”
By Zachary Lipez - Apr 28, 2017
I want to defend the new Father John Misty album, “That’s Entertainment” or “All That Jazz” or “Misty ...
Read More >Thank You, Andrew
By Zachary German - Apr 26, 2017
Standing on the dock in the afternoon rain, my dad says he’d rather I have a bad time fishing with my old man than a good time playing computer games.
He doesn’t say things like “Your old man” much, but sometimes he does. Or he’ll call me sport, or champ, mostly when I do something dumb. One time I light a whole book of matches on fire and throw it on the floor and stomp on it. It leaves a black spot and my dad says, “You really just did that, huh.”
Keeps You Sharp
By Sam Pink - Apr 24, 2017
I was walking home through downtown St. Pete, sweating badly.
This older guy crossed paths with me near a concrete ledge overlooking an area of creek.
‘Man, goddamn it,’ he said, stopping by me as though we’d already been talking.
I stopped too.
‘This motherfucker….’ he said, gesturing out somewhere.
He had faded tattoos and big, raw pock marks all over his arms.
Read More >Skevanston, Illinois
By Drew Gamble - Apr 24, 2017
In 1977, my parents bought a house on a busy street. The home fell inside of a half-square mile oddity of land and bureaucratic mishap that the locals called Skevanston. This real estate snafu allowed people like my parents to buy a better valued home in the city of Evanston’s school district while paying the town of Skokie’s lower property taxes.
Read More >So You Think You Can Dance (On My Grave)
By Brad Phillips - Apr 23, 2017
Can you imagine I’ve never shaken one hand, never faked one smile, never kissed any curator’s asymmetrically pant-clad ass, to achieve this comfortable if not wildly successful career I have?
That in four years I’ve gone to six art openings, three mine, one my wife’s, two my best friends. Did you know that was possible? To just stay home and work?
excerpts from Person/a
By Elizabeth Ellen - Apr 21, 2017
Lately I have been wondering how many accidental car crashes are misdiagnosed suicides. It seems that if your intent is to kill yourself without afterward being thought an asshole by your friends and family, running your car into a tree or telephone pole would be the way to do it. Nobody gets hurt and everyone chalks it up as a “freak occurrence.” Of course now that I’ve posed the question in this form, I have eliminated it as a possibility for myself.
Read More >I AM YOUNG IN MY LOVE FOR THE MOON
By Leopoldine Core - Apr 19, 2017
I wanted to write a love poem
the most impossible thing
and I did
and it wasn’t hard
and afterward I took a walk
and nothing seemed hard.
Unmovable Mover
By May-Lan Tan (prod. Kumo) - Apr 17, 2017
my other body always knows what to steal and when to stop
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