IF SHE WERE AN ANIMAL by Cameron Darc
August 28, 2023
He fondles a piece of charcoal and looks at me before touching the paper. The line makes a limp imitation of a spine. A nose appears.
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ELAINE SUN, KRAMER MOON, GEORGE RISING: An Interview with Donald Quist
August 25, 2023
I’m still thinking through and discovering all Seinfeld has, and will, teach me about creative writing, particularly poetic movement, and/or MacGuffins as a narrative technique.
COMPANY MAN by Jeff Karr
August 23, 2023
The lord’s light is a fathomless null. Sometimes you’re afforded a glimpse and it’s a tunnel on the other side of which you crawl on the accordioned car’s ceiling.
SMOKE AND FISH by Uyen P. Dang
August 21, 2023
At first everyone blamed the smoke on the war, then the steel plant, and, finally, the water. But Ong Hai says it’s not water but grief at the bottom of the sea.
X-R-A-Y SPECS: BLOODY NOSE, EMPTY POCKETS
August 18, 2023
Like Terminators or cockroaches, dive bars will always rise again. They’re one of the last bastions of organic and spontaneous social connection.
AT THE VERY CENTER OF YOU IS NOTHING by Alice M.
August 16, 2023
The masks were thin, pliable. They attached to her skin, seamless. They emoted for her, always appropriate, guaranteed to fetch the reaction she wanted.
HEARTLESS by Alex Sullivan
August 14, 2023
Those twins out of St. Paul are doing some live podcast tour about living without lungs but that’s easy, the no lungs thing.
THE WORLD IS AN UNCOMFORTABLE PLACE: An Interview with Tara Campbell
August 11, 2023
I just kept doing it until I had over three dozen paradoxes saved on my computer. Some of them allowed themselves to be shaped into publishable stories.
WHEN IT FIRST STARTED COMING DOWN IT WAS BEAUTIFUL by Billy Irving
August 9, 2023
The Weatherman describes the snow as dumping. Feathery bundles fall against all things and accumulate against all things, and besides that: the grey, and the cawing of invisible birds.
CLAIM OF VALUABLES by Kristen Swan Morrison
August 7, 2023
You’re too busy thinking about the bag that held your common sense, dignity, and your partner’s trust in you, the bag that’s undoubtedly getting further away the longer you sit here.