Doppelganger Michael FournierAugust 8, 2017 I met my doppelgänger at a bar. We dressed the same. We ate the same dish. We drank the same drink. We were born different towns with the s... Flash Fiction0 Comments
IF SHIA LABEOUF STARRED In MY LIFE Arah KoJuly 25, 2017 He rolled up in a tank while I paced outside the shrink’s office. You know what I’m gonna say? Yeah, I know what you’re gonna say. ... Flash Fiction1 Comment
Help Daniel HandJuly 20, 2017 You are holding a small sign. It says, Help. You scream, Help. A spider comes. Thank you, it says, that’s what I have been trying to say. Yo... Flash Fiction1 Comment
On a Book Entitled Lolita Meg HallJune 14, 2017 Lolita: (n). 1. A book narrated by a pedophile written by a Russian 2. The book you threw at your boyfriend because it happened to be availa... Flash Fiction2 Comments
Worcester College Kat LewisMay 24, 2017 0th Week: Land in a country too green. Hear accents sing. Listen to your own clang like dropped pans on checkered floors. 1st Week: Cross s... Flash Fiction1 Comment
Portrait of the Arsonist as Preexisting Condition Laura PageMay 9, 2017 Is the 30-something male caught having sex with a mannequin head in an elevator a preexisting condition that caused him to then set the head... Flash Fiction1 Comment
Pretend Money in a Real World Eric WallgrenAugust 10, 2017 At first I didn’t think I could win. But after I got Short Line, B&Q Railroad, and Reading Railroad all at once, I became obsessed. I at... Fiction0 Comments
Julian Learns a Lesson at the TGI Friday’s Ashley CarranzaJuly 5, 2017 It was a Saturday night, so Julian put on her best Hawaiian shirt and met her buddy, (also handsomely clad in a nearly identical Hawaiian sh... Fiction1 Comment
Can of Bug Killer Meagan MaguireJune 28, 2017 Frankie got a kick out of killing caterpillar nests. They pissed him off, those white masses of insect thread in the trees. He conquered the... Fiction0 Comments
We Sit There and Bleed Michael Seymour BlakeJune 7, 2017 We slice our throats open and head out for the night. Sara knows this dive bar where the toilets are painted to look like Trump’s gaping ... Fiction2 Comments
Lines Don’t End Alex VigueMay 25, 2017 You didn’t know why the engineers chose to lay the rails side by side; you only knew that it was strange to ride a horizontal train. All of ... Fiction0 Comments
Boy On Display Timmy ReedMay 17, 2017 I slept in a ball of my mother's bras as a boy - not a fetish, there was just nowhere else to sleep. We lived in the back of a department st... Fiction0 Comments
ALPHABET Luis NeerAugust 15, 2017 alpha beta this is not poetry this shard from heartbroken god this is stark become god... Poetry0 Comments
My Body as a Tunnel Bri GriffithAugust 2, 2017 It’s been 13 hours since my last meal— chocolate chip bagel (no cream cheese) from Panera Bread. I’m in the on-campus elevator, ... Poetry0 Comments
Horror Movie Romance Kate AquiloAugust 1, 2017 If I were in a horror film, taking showers alone at home would be riveting: The bathroom’s misty. Mirror’s fogged up, and while I w... Poetry0 Comments
i have always wanted to be anything but myself Ally WhartonJuly 27, 2017 i heard somewhere once that if you read a word enough times it doesn’t seem like it is real anymore relapse. i want to be... Poetry1 Comment
ozymandias went to the park, and all that came back was me Maximus AdarveJuly 19, 2017 Maria riding down the freeway 70 miles an hour my red corvette is a greyhound $50 for 5 hours to Chicago bag full of latex so my ra... Poetry0 Comments
Dinner Max OrrJuly 18, 2017 My cat won’t eat alone. I too prefer company when using the sharpened ends of my bones to turn someone else’s body into my body. So I sit o... Poetry0 Comments
Whimsy City: A Conversation with Marcus Scott Williams Greg ZorkoJuly 22, 2017 In Sparse Black Whimsy Marcus Scott Williams pulls the reader through a cascade of emotions and fleeting thoughts, through a rhythmic and en... Interviews0 Comments
Mostly Flesh: Thoughts on Claudia Cortese’s “Wasp Queen” Laura KnicklebineJuly 10, 2017 Look here: this is Lucy’s life. It’s covered in rust, because Lucy prefers it that way. It’s a flesh ball of dirt, blood and memory that Luc... Reviews0 Comments
