SUPER BLACK by Sasha Brown
July 12, 2023
“It’s not that it disappears,” he said. “It’s just deep. It’s like a cliff. It goes all the way down. But it’s something new, Rico.”
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JUST THE EDGES by Molly Wadzeck Kraus
July 10, 2023
Rolling down the window, I decipher through the breeze, Listen, I think we need to stop this. Hours ago, you had my breasts in your hands. OK, whatever, it’s fine, I said.
I WOULD LIKE TO STARTLE THE READER: An Interview with Mike Topp
July 7, 2023
I was reading my bad poems and in between bad poems I was telling some stories and Steve said I should quit writing poems and instead tell funny stories. So I followed his advice.
DAVID’S GOING TO DIE by Aurora Huiza
July 5, 2023
Everybody in that coffee shop was always standing around, walking into each other, then backing up and trying again, like Sims, walking into the fridge, backing up, trying again.
UBËR by Mitch Russell
July 3, 2023
People—and I mean even absolute strangers—they’ll just talk and talk and talk and they expect you to listen to their whole life story. Have you ever experienced this? Do you know what I mean?
OUR MONSTROUSNESS AS A TEMPLATE: An Interview with B.R. Yeager
June 30, 2023
At my most pessimistic I’ve worried that this collection is akin to charging people to watch me at the gym; when I’m more optimistic, it feels like I’m just flexing in different genres.
CRYING IN THE SEX SHOP by LHC
June 28, 2023
The thing about being in a sex shop is that you’re trying to signal with your body language *I feel cool and normal about sex.*
THE GOLD—OR SILVER—RUSH by Z.H. Gill
June 26, 2023
nevertheless i have grown tired of it already, as anyone in my situation would. anyway, i am stuck. hand looks bad.
I’M JUST LIKE EVERY INSECURE WRITER: An Interview with Drew Buxton
June 23, 2023
There was this thing near San Antonio when I was in high school called the Elmendorf Beast that killed livestock. It turned out it was just a coyote with mange.
UGLY BOYS by Daniel Isaiah Elder
June 21, 2023
Men. A constant desire, sometimes simmering, often burning. Never sated. And for him, I knew, it had been even longer.