Puffers

By David Nutt - Feb 26, 2019

 The puffer is not only dead. The blameless little guy has been poached white as an egg.

A Story Narrated by the Boy Who Collects Flies on His Face

By Kit Schluter - Feb 7, 2019

They shout, “Come out, come out, Gabby! We only want to write funny old words on your back!” But you should know by now that these words are by no means funny. The words these men want to write are so ugly that they are not even words anymore, but touches.

Conspiracy Theories

By Sam Cooke - Feb 4, 2019

Only boys play war. Every boy picks a gender: boy or girl. Every boy wants to pick girl but no boy has the courage. The silence between the question and the answer is the war. The rest of the game is spent alone.

A Series

By Clare Needham - Jan 21, 2019

A

The pain is having been seen for myself –

         and then having this vision 

         disappeared.

I Called Shotgun When You Died

By Christopher Kennedy - Jan 11, 2019

I called shotgun when you died, thinking we could still ride together through the neighborhood, selling bags of light to the newly dead. It didn’t seem fair that you had to cross the river by yourself.

69 Remakes

By Big Bruiser Dope Boy - Dec 24, 2018

Remake of Home Alone where I break into my dad’s house, hide in his bed with a knife, and, when he finds me, calmly say, “tuck me in, motherfucker.”

Three Shorts

By Evan Lavender-Smith - Dec 17, 2018

They are dreadful. They fill us with dread. We know that we fill them with dread, too.

Canaries

By Stephen Mortland - Dec 12, 2018

The sky was plumb and decorated with the ruptured birds. Even from such a distance, the agonized screeching ricocheted between the houses and onto the roof where we sat.