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Yellow Flower

Literary, Feb 10 2017

by Gabriela Naigeborin

i. the myth of resentment There in Mount Sinai I was trusted with the tablets of stone, but didn’t understand that …

The Horchata Man

Literary, Sep 30 2016

by Micaela Burgess

My papa lived to bring happiness with his horchata. Everyday he made barrels of it to serve to his family and …

Autobiography of Writing

Literary, Sep 23 2016

by Lisa Lee

I would like to talk to you about writing. I'm a writer, even though I don't write much, but since I'm …

Disintegration

Literary, Apr 08 2016

by Hannah Smith

There was a tree, and from its bare branches hung bells, wine glasses,chandelier crystals, whistles, and lanterns. The hunched tree, with …

Fuck Me Through the Camera Hole of a Trepanned Minion iPhone Case Like Two Lovers Through a Sheet

Literary, Mar 18 2016

by Liby Hays

LIKES Likes: Licking escalators, tongue transplants. The Smallness and the Coarseness To love a small piece of rope. The Restaurant It …

I Cannot Count The Altering That Happens In The Very Large Rooms That Are The Guts Of Her

Literary, Mar 11 2016

by Isabelle Doyle

My wife with the sex of a mirror like a fireball through the fog at a new kind of atmosphere. There …

Three Poems

Literary, Mar 04 2016

by Anna Bonesteel

Good morning Hell, I cruise. Through life, much like sand through the hourglass, or a fish in the stream. I keep …

There's Nothing More to Say

With Quotations From "Song" by Langston Hughes

Literary, Feb 05 2016

by Liz Cory

I. I feel unhelpful sending her poems, but they are all I have. Lizzie emailed me because two of her friends’ …

The Language of Unloving

Literary, Dec 04 2015

by Gabrielle Hick

When they’d been married for thirty-one years, and unhappy in each other for most of them, my grand’maman and my grand’papa …

About a Rock

Literary, Nov 13 2015

by EmmaJean Holley

If you grew up on the island, you called it The Rock. To use it in a sentence: “I can’t wait …

Joint Identities

Literary, Oct 30 2015

by Lance Gloss

Toes on hot coals are punctual— have already been at the wheel, spinning dark’s wicker quickly to thread; the traffic chugs …

Fred

Literary, Oct 23 2015

by Sarah Dillard

The following is a story, and this story is fictional. It is about a man named Fred. Fred’s black hair sat …

L, Another Day

Literary, Oct 09 2015

by Yousef Hilmy

​ closing in on the parking lot outside where the form is fixed the grass is not allowed rackety red carts …

An Omen

Literary, Oct 02 2015

by Josh Kurtz

If in Nisannu the sunrise (looks) sprinkled with blood and the light is cool; rebellion will not stop in the country, …

The Philosopher's Wife

Literary, Sep 25 2015

by Sabrina Imbler

The American psychologist Harry Harlow designed an apparatus called the Pit of Despair, a steely, isolated trough designed to produce, in …

You Know How This Is

Literary, Sep 18 2015

by Gabrielle Hick

into the slow bend of an S-curve summer you bleed more lonely than you thought you would if you could ask …

I Suppose

Literary, May 01 2015

by Rick Salamé, Kim Sarnoff, Eli Neuman-Hammond & Mika Kligler

I got tired of waiting, so I microwaved my bag of lentils and gave it to her. Did you hear, she …

Traversing Magazine Tear-Outs

Literary, Apr 17 2015

by Emma Moore

Archival Work Performed by: Emma Moore Location: the Picture Collection, RISD Fleet Library second floor, 4 November 2014. The Subject Index …

Two Men

Literary, Apr 10 2015

by Dash Elhauge

Two men folded their bodies in the wind. One of the men panned his red chin over the landscape. The flurries …

After Dark at the Texaco

Literary, Apr 03 2015

by Vhalla Otarod

like rust swirling in the blood coiling nerves—braided wire, the shimmer blue that gasoline drips from the pump—burning holes through rubber, …

for Sally Ride

Literary, Feb 13 2015

by Stefania Gomez

NASA engineers asked Ride, “Is 100 [tampons] the right number?” She would be in space for a week. –American Prospect, June …

Tom

Literary, Feb 06 2015

by Athena Washburn

Tom Wants the Violence of the Crowd in Himself The press of bodies is immense; Tom’s ears are stuffed with noise …