Three Poems
By Ana Božičević - Jul 5, 2018
Everyone shivering in their
Leather jackets
Eating sandwiches named after
Serial killers
excerpt from “Bad-Asses”
By Mark Leidner - Jul 2, 2018
I ran to the kitchen and took the butcher knife out of the drawer. I put it behind my back and ran back to the porch. The crowd had grown, and everybody was chanting, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Read More >Magic Soft
By Kris Hartrum - Jun 28, 2018
“What about your husband?” I asked.
“I’m not married,” she said.
“I thought you said you have a husband.”
“He doesn’t care,” she said.
Blind Baby Pasta
By Rebekah Morgan - Jun 27, 2018
Pasta Man watches me drink some water and then crumples up his face at me, pulling his face back into his shaking head, saying “No, no, no, you gotta chew the chardonnay like a dog, baby.” I say “Shit Pasta you’re right,” then I take another gulp and make sure to chew my water.
Read More >Four of Žižek’s Jokes
By Slavoj Žižek (ed. Audun Mortensen) - Jun 20, 2018
Today, the old joke about a rich man telling his servant «Throw out this destitute beggar – I’m so sensitive that I can’t stand seeing people suffer!» is more appropriate than ever.
Read More >Two Stories
By Greg Mulcahy - Jun 18, 2018
S had lost all in gambling, joined the anonymous group, then gambled penny stocks with self-created algorithm.
Won.
Then lost.
Read More >Knife Boy David
By Richard Chiem - Jun 11, 2018
There are usually two people trapped inside one sad body: someone who wants to die and someone who wants to live. There are stress lines on a stranger’s face that go years and years down all the way to the bone.
Read More ><< "TECHNOLOGY" >>
By Garett Strickland - Jun 8, 2018
Gnawed at my foot like it was stuck in the trap of being a foot. Delighted, at times, in the chewy gloom of the thing.
Read More >Prowl
By Sean Kilpatrick - Jun 4, 2018
The moon sunk low enough to wear it as a feedbag. His craters amassed with period, the dead egg sacrament, territories slurped free of kin, hushing about how we are all one on his big receipt.
Read More >Four Stories
By Clare Needham - May 30, 2018
These good woods, protective woods, murderous woods…
Read More >Different Instruments
By Kayla Blatchley - May 28, 2018
One looked like a brush, she saw it in the trash after while pulling her legs through her pants – thistles in a round shape like for a pipe or for dishes in a machine but full of blood, her blood and what was scraped at there in the trash. Another felt smooth, like the knife a professional would use to square off a cake’s icing.
Read More >Four Poems
By Joseph Grantham - May 23, 2018
three bumper stickers on one car in reno, nv
swastika
confederate flag
‘i love my dachshund’
Read More >The Champ is Here
By Nathan Dragon - May 21, 2018
He felt like he learned something when he saw the real life classic woodpecker. It was something out of nature programming. Pulling into his driveway and seeing the woodpecker through the windshield.
Read More >Egress
By David Hayden - May 18, 2018
The smallest tremors of the sun on the air, the air pressing on the ground, the air pressing on itself – humidity from ash dry to falling ocean, heat searching and rising, swelling bodies and air. All days in one.
Read More >Maintenance Art
By Grant Maierhofer - May 16, 2018
Driving she saw men and women and men and men and women and women and iterations of each in numerous hues unloading kids, pets, suitcases, purses, tents, paperwork, lunches, coats, all of these from cars parked in driveways like her own outside of schools like ones nearby, everything this slew of searching meat and plastic, cotton and rubber staving off a godly heave.
Read More >Beauty Room
By Lily Hackett - May 14, 2018
Even the things that had been bad were good now, like, say, my fat arms, which had lost their mottle. It wasn’t like I was above myself looking down, but like every nerve in me could see.
Read More >Cult Marm
By Ken Baumann - May 4, 2018
a billion
grasses
blanched white
in the shade
of a trillion
suns
excerpt of Trip
By Tao Lin - Apr 30, 2018
If death by comet was unexpected, and departing Earth nonphysically like I did on psilocybin was, after decades in the same metaphysical place, beyond unexpected, my experience of smoked DMT was beyond beyond unexpected. It was around two ontological corners. It was closing closed eyes twice, or waking, incredibly, thrice.
Read More >Scam Poems
By Theo Francis - Apr 27, 2018
now i don’t trust anybody
and i’m afraid to open up
and i don’t communicate my true feelings
Poems I Like
By David Fishkind - Apr 25, 2018
for me to like a poem
it has to barely be like one
mostly i want it to be coherent
and very short
Read More >Among
By Mesha Maren - Apr 23, 2018
I grip the sleeve of Lindsay’s sweatshirt so tight my knuckles turn white. What are you mumbling? she says and I shake my head. Even if I had continued to believe in her, I know Mary could not do jack shit for me now.
Read More >Windex
By Harris Lahti - Apr 13, 2018
In the windowless laundry room that doubles as my bedroom, Cellar fills me in. “Stevenson’s brother, last ...
Read More >excerpt of The Garbage Times/White Ibis
By Sam Pink - Apr 11, 2018
It was my guy Keith.
I used to drink and smoke weed with him when I didn’t have a job.
‘Crazy Keith.’
Read More >Passing/Failing
By Tyler Thompson - Apr 9, 2018
I am going to bring a great deal of criticism on myself.
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