Thinking About WW3 Behind the Dumpster at Work – Blake Middleton and Alex Otte

You’re at work. You work in a restaurant. You’re an idiot and you work in a restaurant. You’re a food-runner because food-running is for idiots, and you’re an idiot. You’ve worked in the same idiot-restaurant for five years because you’re a fucking idiot. You pick up a plate of meatloaf. The meatloaf doesn’t look okay […]

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The Figuration of Miss Hook – Troy James Weaver

  I saw a woman with no arms, no legs, and no hair, he says, barely even had a face. She drinks in breaths of air, cools her fevered temples with a tepid rag, listening. It was something, he says. She was at the gas station with a kid, maybe twelve years old, who was […]

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Learning + Two Poems – Nathan Dragon

Learning He thought about this kid in a class, when he was young, always picking his nose. How, even then, he wished the kid wouldn’t so he could like him. It started him thinking hard; he remembered when he was in kindergarten and could draw goldfish even though they are orange and not gold until […]

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Six Poems – Mike Andrelczyk

Tropical motel bedspread   We are two bodies pulsing Like woozy clouds in an electrical storm   In the jaguar black night Of the burnt-out rainforest   The smoke detector lights a cigarette And so does the door with its useless chain   This bedspread sounds like a parrot With yellow eyes   Outside a […]

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Four Poems – Ashley Miranda

the hermit has doll hands seams on her albino body ruddy vines crawling up her skin the hermit has perky breasts and clouded vision her tattered cloak slips past her bare shoulders hips to her ball jointed sockets hip pockets to keep                        your sallow […]

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No Water In Dryland – Stephanie Valente

  You first encounter it in the summer. It’s Brooklyn where things are pretentious and artsy and you don’t think it can happen, but it does. It’s always a surprise.   You don’t remember exactly what happened. Alcohol was there. It’s always the chaperone on your time together. Why would it leave? He pays for […]

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Appalachian Depression – Katie Quinnelly

Loose Rock   Marcus asked me how I feel about loose rock, and I told him I climb it sometimes, why? He wouldn’t just come out and tell me Betty died. Instead, he howled it downstairs, and with the thin walls and floors, he knew I’d hear him telling it to his dog. “She done […]

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St. Roch – Theo Francis

the week before i moved in with the 50 year old buskers i was squatting in a house on frenchmen the owner of the house gave me his blessing he was a friend of a guy i met at the st. roch tavern the house was stripped, no utilities, and had a mold problem the […]

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King of the Park – Steve Anwyll

It’s the kind of humidity that makes you think violent thoughts in a flash. A stranger on the street looks at you sideways. Next thing you know there’s blood splattered images dancing through your head. Shit. It’s been days of it now. Emily and I lying like garbage in front of the fan. Stripped down. […]

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Mississippi. Death Documents – Shane Jesse Christmass

Until the recent discovery of cloning, no one thought that technology was helpful or successful. Helicopters over Morningside Heights with searchlight and siren. TV drives the wooden crosspieces under the wrists, elbows. I sneeze. No one cares. I pull out more vials. He wheezes. Place it to your nostrils, form an outer wall, like a […]

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