Danny Nguyen was sitting in a black leather chair and looking at Dr. Stevens with sad eyes. He acknowledged him with a curt smile and a nod. But he wasn’t listening to him. Instead, he […]
Author: D.T. Robbins
Interview with Dave (D.T. Robbins)
If you don’t know Dave…well, it’s your own fault. Dave is a poet, a writer of poems — poems, by Dave! His first book of poems, Dave: poems volume 1: I AM DAVE_HELLO, was self-published […]
Interview with Andrew Bryant (D.T. Robbins)
If you’re not listening to Andrew Bryant, get your shit together and start. I’ve known AB for a really long time (we think) from our youth group days. His new album, Sentimental Noises, came out […]
A PUBLIC BREAKUP LETTER TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE (Isabel Rae McKenzie)
Dear alcohol, I almost died for you. An incomplete list of things I lost through loving you includes many years, feeling in my left arm, a fully functional liver, a burning slew of codependent lovers, […]
15 pack of ice cold Busch Light (Sheldon Birnie)
Win or lose; winter, spring, summer or fall; asphalt still warm as the sun lingers in the west or in the face of a brutal north wind, suds freezing to slush faster than you can […]
Sea Breeze (Paige Olivia Roberts)
Sea Breeze: 1 1/2 oz Vodka 3 oz Cranberry juice 1 1/2 oz Grapefruit juice Garnish with a lime wedge While the Kennedy’s sit across the bar and sip on their dignified signature cocktail, go […]
Fort Collins, Colorado: A Portrait (Johannah Racz Knudson)
We forget the connection between fort and fortress, as in keep out. Still, this town’s high on the best places to live lists, reason for another block of pricey apartments. Antifreeze-blue port-a-potties and little men […]
When You Can Strangely Summon Smells from a Long-Lost Time (Anandi Mishra)
smell of your mother’s presence, from behind her ears. smell of that favorite sweet cologne of a pretentious cousin from another cousin’s wedding. the smell of late December and early January rains that hooded your […]
Great American Interview (Aaron Burch)
That reminds me. That was the year I sat in front of the mirror every day, answering questions, interviewing myself. Practicing. Preparing for the inevitable, though the inevitability of what, I wasn’t specific about. Fame, […]
