THE GOLD—OR SILVER—RUSH by Z.H. Gill
nevertheless i have grown tired of it already, as anyone in my situation would. anyway, i am stuck. hand looks bad.
THE HOLY PROFESSIONS by Ryan Griffith
There’s enough clogged hair to build a new human, one who believes in the plunger, the snake, the possibility that our channels will flow free.
ENTER MY OWN FLESH by Sofia Drummond-Moore
I made this dangerous anomaly. I think I might have made it on purpose. I think maybe I asked for this interruption.
ANOTHER CUSTOMER by Sascha Belle Nastasi
Her sandwich – mine now – is sloppily assembled, the melted cheddar thick with oil like a handsome man’s mucus. I eat without chewing much.
THE LIST by Annie Delmedico
In movies, the end of the world makes everyone care about the right things, right when the right things are about to be gone. Not me. I want my money.
DOING VERY WELL! by Tippy Rex
It was cold on the floor, I confess, but I thought it was OK. Since he left, I wake up every morning and marvel at all the me-warmed space on the mattress.
GRAPE, APRICOT, BOTTLE CAP, BONE by Jennifer Murvin
Susan who choked to death loved the husband, loved his neighborliness. She loved him from her driveway and windows, front and back yards, day and night dreams.
MAY 24 by Parker Young
In order to write, I needed the writing process to disappear. But without the writing process, obviously I wouldn’t be a writer.
CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE THE HERO HERE? by Jeffrey Hermann
My presentation at the co-working space was a smash, meaning afterward people smashed the windows with rocks.
WEIRD ENOUGH TO BE DANGEROUS by MJ McGinn
My 7th grade English teacher was just three toddlers stacked on top of each other. The middle toddler googled every question we asked on an iPhone. You could see it through his shirt, star-bright.