 New! Animas by Ann Cummins
“Nobody around, nobody he can see, but there's busyness everywhere, the yowl of gulls, the wet kissing of boats. The whine, the incessant scream of his nerves."
White
by August Tarrier
“He moved toward me and stood
close, a florid, stained pump in each hand, as he slowly backed
me up against a minivan.”
Tub O’ Suds
by Jennifer Pashley
“I know this feeling is what
I call paranoia when Pinky feels it. But I still think his
is paranoia and mine is guilt. The difference is what we left behind.” |
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New! My Letter to the Parking Clerk by Paul Hostovsky
"You can see from my
margins I am the kind of man
who pays attention to limits"
New! Letter
to Global Warming by Mark Budman
"Meanwhile, it would be nice if you could melt the snow in my driveway before my mom asks me to shovel it."
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Letter to the Stray Cat I Abandoned in the Southwest by Lisa Selin Davis
“When spring came,
you were hiding in my laundry bag. I reached in, gingerly, and
felt three tiny heads.”
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New! Anti-Aliasing by Brian Oliu
“Pressing the OK button will remove her body in that dress, the shoe, the walls of the hotel room, Barcelona, the month of June.”
The
Stiff Jew by Michael Bahler
“Every relationship has its problems,
you’re always looking for an easy way out, and when the
Christian woman you’re with doesn’t like chicken soup,
it’s too easy to bail.”
Data
Will Save Us by Jo Scott-Coe
“If only school could be a kind
of video game. Somewhere voices were praying those words,
somewhere a god listening. If only school could be a kind of video
game. And then it was.”
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New! Bon Jour: A Review of the Arts by Ricky Garni
"Perhaps the depressed man is not suffering from love: perhaps he has just pitched a terrible game of baseball."
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Fetch or Not to Fetch: A Dog Park Soliloquy by Linda Good
“To sit—to lie down;
To lie down— perchance to roll over: ahhhhhh, there’s
the belly rub.”
My Addiction to
Oil: A Memoir by Arthur Plotnik
“When I can get it I want
the good stuff, the foreign oil, the eighty-bucks-a-barrel crude
and I don’t care who it hurts or whose national deficits explode
all I know is I want it.” |
New! Three poems by Julie Larios
“Or maybe we only meant to be transparent/as rippled glass and just as clever with sunlight”
New! Self-Portrait as Boy and Grey Ghost by Michael Montlack
“A boy marching up the drive, calling See?/Another diseased reservoir pigeon limp in his hands”
Adam
and Eve at Rest by Ed Taylor
“under the cool, collapsed
roof of bedclothes”
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New! God Left Tucson by Naomi Rochelle Garnice
"Strangers pass and look at the graffiti on the walls; it's easier than looking at one another."
Derringer by Colin Asher
“She was screaming, 'Bitchyoudon’t-
thinki’llfukinshootyoubitch. Bitch, I’m gonna kill you,
bitch.'”
Worth the Detour
by Edith Pearlman
“We gaze up at it, buy apples
from it, enter its velvety darkness, walk across it, read its plaque.” |
All the stories, essays, poetry, and literary miscellany that we've published up 'til now, in one stylish, ergonomic archive. |
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