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 […]
Wolfjaw (Elizabeth Muller)
I will live and die for the ocean, but goddamn if there isn’t something about a mountain stream. It’s not so much that the mountains make me feel small but that the world seems bigger […]
the thousand times to remember the rising and falling of the sun (Nosakhare Collins)
before he died my father told mei’d make the monster that would kill meso i know this was someone else’s deathhappily chanting into my feet hoping to devour mein seconds. i recognize the plight smile,perhaps it thought i […]
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 […]
With Three Black Olives (Travis Cravey)
Daddy didn’t like spending money in restaurants. A waste, he told us, when we have food at home. I mostly ate fast food when I visited my grandparents. But, on strange and wonderful occasions, my […]
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, […]
Lines on the Road: A Map of My Fears (Courtney Skaggs)
Carcinophobia I realize I can’t run from myself, but I cancel an appointment with the breast clinic so that I can go on a road trip. I already know I have a “palpable, previously identified […]
Rum and coke. Rum heavy on the vanilla, coke light on the bubbles. A fistful of ice. (Charlotte Newbury)
Remember the summer I learnt how to bake? Remember my horoscope warning about giving and giving and never once considering the taste. We were learning that too much vanilla was possible. That it was easier […]
ON DENYING THE HORRIBLE REALITY OF BEING A CORPORATE PENCIL-PUSHER WHO KNOWS THAT =VLOOKUP IS A CROSS-FUNCTIONAL EXCEL TOOL THAT’S ONLY USEFUL FOR SUPPRESSING ALL HOPES AND DREAMS (Shawn Berman)
and perhaps i should learn to only focus on things that truly make me happy.like the first christmas we spent together,wine drunk off gas station roséeating mcdonald’s naked on our futon,just relaxing,not really doing anything […]
Rejection Letters 