These Pleasures, Suffered As a Means

By Jason Reed-Mundell - Oct 5, 2018

I worship my or any lips that say
in silence my love’s name.
I worship shadow that seems shadow bled
of her by sharpest sight.

Finished Being

By Diane Williams - Oct 2, 2018

A new story by Diane Williams.

Notecards On My Weird Husband

By Shane Jones - Sep 20, 2018

#7
Pierced his own nose.

Nude

By Fiona Foster - Sep 19, 2018

She says it like a foregone conclusion, Bubble Bath, shrugging out of her coat on her way to a chair. I look at her skin and wonder what she does to it. She reminds me of a horse—or maybe that’s from something I read.

Tyrant Hotel Ep. 1

By Tyrant Hotel - Sep 10, 2018

The inaugural episode of Tyrant Hotel, a magazine-for-the-ears from Hotel & New York Tyrant, featuring Kristen Iskandrian, Nicolette Polek, Tao Lin, Luc Sante, and Chelsea Hodson.

Your First Real Boyfriend

By Big Bruiser Dope Boy - Aug 30, 2018

I’m going to show you the meaning of suffering

I’m going to show you how to love another man

Deleted Scenes from Person/a

By Elizabeth Ellen - Aug 23, 2018

“For twenty years I lost a man I never had.” – Diane Keaton re Al Pacino // He should be with young, beautiful women. (even as I type this I know it is a lie. I don’t believe it. he should be with me.)

Hello, There

By Derick Dupre - Aug 22, 2018

I said things I’d never had the courage to say. I swore and cursed the names of god and other people who’d wronged me.

An Apology: Yes, Virginia, There is a Sanity Clause

By John Bonnell - Aug 15, 2018

I am sorry, Virginia, that you find your own language, the English language, so painful.

Roadkill

By Juliet Escoria - Aug 8, 2018

“Ha ha,” Remy said. Something ran across his face like a rat. Fear.
      I pushed him against the fence, a hand on each shoulder, hard. He seemed too startled to move. 

excerpt of “Floating Notes”

By Babak Lakghomi - Jul 31, 2018

I don’t remember the first time I wrote my name. What I do remember is the first time someone else was called my name. I told him that was my name too, but he couldn’t believe it. He was a fat boy with a puffy face. He looked like a little boxer.

Five Plantains

By Josh Boardman - Jul 23, 2018

Yellow of a sunflower yellow of acid yellow piled on yellow of the yellowbacked book they arrested Oscar Wilde for carrying yellow in curdles glowing from inside and gushing onto everything around. Yellow of burnished gold. The very same yellow.

How I Moved Into Her Hospital Room

By Michael Kimball - Jul 19, 2018

I got onto the hospital bed with her and pulled her upper body up until she was sitting up. I pulled her eyelids up with my thumb so that she would be able to open her eyes up again.

How I Tried to Make It More of a Morning For My Wife

By Michael Kimball - Jul 18, 2018

I whistled bird sounds, but she didn’t open her eyes up or put a pillow over her ears or turn her face away or roll over away from the light. My wife hadn’t shifted her body since she had been in that hospital bed.

How My Wife Would Not Wake Up

By Michael Kimball - Jul 16, 2018

My wife looked so light in their arms. I wanted to lift her up too.

Italy

By Sarah Schneider - Jul 13, 2018

We walked for over an hour, and a lot of it I was quiet, thinking how can I ever be happy again? At the house, where our hosts spoke to us in Italian, our room was cool and dark, the windows shut, only slits of light from the spaces in the closed wooden shutters.