Frida Kahlo Andrés PiñaFebruary 14, 2020 On the canvas she paints verbs, like red flowers. ... Flash Fiction0 Comments
When Your Boyfriend Says He’s The Joker and You’re Harley Quinn Candace HartsuykerFebruary 12, 2020 When your new boyfriend says he’s The Joker and you’re Harley Quinn, this means there are rules you are expected to follow. A uniform is req... Flash Fiction0 Comments
The Car at the End of the World Elliot HarperFebruary 12, 2020 The worst thing about the world ending is that I can’t move that car off the front lawn. Bloody thing has been parked there for months. It m... Flash Fiction0 Comments
When I Moved Away Jack C. BuckFebruary 10, 2020 I would stop at gas stations along the way to buy postcards to mail back east to my friends. My first year away I was basically broke, getti... Flash Fiction0 Comments
TECHNOCRAT’S DOG Chance DibbenJanuary 3, 2020 Days before the product launch, a rich, ego-driven technocrat is kidnapped, tortured, then killed by a cabal of rivals and international gov... Flash Fiction0 Comments
Events Thomas CooperJanuary 3, 2020 Free Speech Rally I attended a Free Speech Rally today. The first speaker was meant to be good, although I couldn’t hear anything he was ... Flash Fiction0 Comments
Apology in Seven Movements Jonah HowellFebruary 10, 2020 Long Arm of the Law Alphonse whiteknuckled the screen door’s frame to steady himself, and he jutted his bearded chin at Marguerite. ... Fiction0 Comments
Selfie Stick Phillip Scott MandelFebruary 5, 2020 Brad matriculated into our writing program two weeks into March, which was unusual—like everything else about him. He purported to concentra... Fiction0 Comments
Pillow Talk Lauren HaynesFebruary 3, 2020 I was leaving, and you knew it. You saw my bag, too heavy for the occasion, slumped on the chair next to me. You talked to them, to her, to ... Fiction0 Comments
I’m listening to Elon Musk’s new EDM track in my bathroom through headphones, feeling scared but also compelled to dance. Zach MarcumFebruary 2, 2020 Now I’m imagining Elon knocks on the door. He’s by himself. His face is plasticy—vaguely botoxed and expressionless. It’s impossible to gues... Fiction0 Comments
Sweetheart Ashley BachJanuary 28, 2020 He thought he ought to give her a key to his place. Yes, it had been three months, but he could feel it. The way a snake knows when it has t... Fiction0 Comments
On the Respective Limitations of Physical and Virtual Memory Jefferson LeeJanuary 18, 2020 They were coming to the end of the folded paper stars that Susan had used to pack her memories. She chose one, flicking a loose corner back ... Fiction0 Comments
4 poems from Separation Anxiety Janice LeeFebruary 7, 2020 the amoebas are terrified and all that energy bound up in all that reverence I refuse to abandon the words there are more stars in ... Poetry0 Comments
Single Serve Sonia BeauchampFebruary 4, 2020 There are no butterflies disguised within your plastic coffee cocoons. I, too, am a victim of addiction— I find your needle so conven... Poetry0 Comments
Travel+Leisure has said that avocado on toast comes from Australia. Saxon BairdJanuary 29, 2020 Travel+Leisure has said that avocado on toast comes from Australia. I call bullshit. It comes from a girl I knew during the summer of 20... Poetry1 Comment
Doorbell Jayne PughJanuary 28, 2020 Fuck that If I knew who was at the door they would’ve texted They would’ve texted, here Quit scaring me... Poetry0 Comments
Huh? Jasmine LedesmaJanuary 23, 2020 I have a hard time with milky tennis shoes and photographs of champagne. The void insisting it is not a void. Especially when I’ve taste... Poetry0 Comments
Performance Space Bronwen BrennerJanuary 6, 2020 Girls in pink dresses are crawling around in the grass Their hair is striped blonde, zebra-like I eat a fistful of cashews and watch f... Poetry0 Comments
Bart Schaneman on The Silence Is The Noise Tanner BallengeeOctober 20, 2018 Interview by Tanner Ballengee * * * Bart Schaneman didn’t write a book. He created a living, bleeding entity. Pulsating ... Interviews0 Comments
Escapism as Medicine, Making People Feel Nervous in Public, and Inspiration from the 7-Eleven Menu – A Chat with Porpentine Charity Heartscape October 8, 2017
Replacing Furballs with Truffles: a review of Juliette Sebock’s How My Cat Saved My Life Blake WallinFebruary 14, 2020 I never thought I would finish – much less enjoy – a poetry collection solely devoted to our feline friends, but here we are. Clichés are... Reviews0 Comments
