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Atomic Dog by Cassandra Dallett

Atomic Dog What is there to write when summer has turned cold the sky pressing gloomily down Tiki torch lynch mobs plan rallies near you a thousand posts on what you should do, can do, won’t do guts knotted and afraid to leave the bathroom this is no surprise just a campaign promise the unveiling […]Read More

CONFESSIONS OF A RELUCTANT WHORE by Christine Ma-Kellams

The security at Webb School requires all cars to drive counter-clockwise; if you don’t, an ethnically-indiscriminate man will run after you with his walk-talky tangling from his hips like an uncomfortable erection. Josiah and you show up every Tuesday for classes hosted by a co-op on meetup.com. When you login in, you’ll find them next […]Read More

All the Ways I Am Tired by Kristina Ten

All the Ways I Am Tired I’m tired. I’m skin tired, I’m bone tired, I’m head tired, I’m brain tired, my fingers are tired, my knees are tired, my breasts are tired, my eyes are tired, my toes are tired from gripping the ground, my hair is tired, my mouth is tired, my teeth are […]Read More

Gethsemane by Miah Jeffra

So, this is the house I’m most excited to show you. It’s a real jewel of the neighborhood. Built in 1900, it is what they call the Stick Eastlake style. You know what that is? It’s Victorian. I have no idea why it’s called Stick, though, but this is definitely Victorian—not one of those knock-offs […]Read More

Great, Greater, Greatest by Fordy Shoor

GREAT, GREATER, GREATEST Sure, you can call it a Recession, if that allays your depression. Not to despoil the legacy of The Greatest. Can’t betray collective memory, so let’s keep it fuzzy; soft focus on our great edifying atrocities. History of good works. A positive country; nobody was The Worst Generation, since Great in the […]Read More

What We Become by Erica L. Williams

                    The walls in Dr. Michael’s office were the color of sunflowers, a mark of optimism deceptively covering them like glimmers of sunshine in a storm. Outside, the pop of lightening and deafening rumble from the downpour provided a more fitting atmosphere. Dr. Michael’s ceased talking when […]Read More

Maybe I Believe Too Much in Signs By Laryssa Wirstiuk

Maybe I Believe Too Much in Signs Tell me the dumbest story you know. No, I’m serious. I’ll get this conversation going with a confession: I don’t ever want to feel like I did that day I was told, “You’re the most self-obsessed girl in the world.” I won’t give more clues about what happened […]Read More

The Mental Ward: A User’s Guide by Laura A. Zink

When the intake nurse asks you for your shoelaces and your belt, do not look surprised. Hand them to her calmly. Doing so will lower her suspicions about you. Lower. Not erase. After all, she’s not the one getting committed. When the nurse hands you off to the orderly, do not show any sign of […]Read More

Friends Don’t Fuck By Madison Silva

Friends Don’t Fuck I’m remembering the first time you threw down your dress in front of me reminding myself, don’t look Yet I still want to count the moles on the insides of your thighs I want the hard wood floors to feel your back against them, while I’m against you I won’t think about […]Read More

For Lucky by Brendan Stephens

When I was twelve, every Sunday my mother and I visited my grandfather. He lived on the other side of the mountain. I was his only grandchild. As often as I could, I put off homework until minutes before my mother came to get me, hoping that she’d let me stay home because school work […]Read More

Bye Bye Baby, Don't Be Blue by Joel Landmine

Bye Bye Baby, Don’t Be Blue While peeing I blew a spider off of a porcelain clown and out the open window. For a moment it made me feel like a God. A casually angry, vengeful God, reveling in the arbitrary violence and senseless chaos of a world I’d created by accident, and had long […]Read More

Fuku by Sayuri Yamada

Oh, thanks. I’ll have a pint of Foster, please.     Yes, we had an international student, called Fuku, staying here for a while. Her real name was Fukuko and that means a lucky child, she told me. Isn’t it nice? We called her Fuku. My small daughter, Cathy, couldn’t pronounce it and started calling her Fuku, […]Read More