Two Poems – Brad Liening

Black Circle   Death-World is the last and best theme park of them all sit on the black merry-go-round the black tea cups win a black balloon the haunted house is actually not very scary but it is pretty dark in there oh yeah the black roller- coaster is really intense the line lasts forever […]

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GHOST WITH A PARENTHETICAL G – No Glykon

Four rows from the screen, four seats in was Sibyl join Vivian at her favorite dine-in theater. It focused on melty, drippy, sludgy, slimy films, served dishes with names like The Crystal Age and The Tender and The Failure Clinic and The Glowing. Sibyl stopped reading, handed the menu to Vivian. Hmm and umm was […]

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Three Poems – CJ Miles

An Outbreak of Discernable Difference There is a picture of us I never took. In it you are sitting in an empty tub, dressed in silkworms, as the scent of rum seeps down the drain. Blood is in the soil of yesterday & it is here again today, too. When I forget where you are, I will forget I […]

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SLAB VII – Big Bruiser Dope Boy

I’d begun breaching the subject of my anality during this time. Aside from the occasional peeled vegetable, my main utensil was a toy maraca no longer than a marker with a blue bulb and black handle. During the second week of two-a-days, when by then I’d been conditioned to them enough to indulge in the […]

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Something On a Hill – Wayland Tracy

The sun was too bright that day and it was upsetting my goats. Some of them took to charging the children playing in the outskirts of the crowd. Kids just rolling in the dirt, not really seeing the parade or knowing what it was. I don’t know if they called it a parade. Anyway, my […]

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Pirate Cove- Benjamin DeVos

I work at a seafood restaurant called Pirate Cove, as a waiter/pirate impersonator. The restaurant’s built to look like a ship, with oars, sails, and anchors hanging from the walls. When I get there, I change into my costume, which includes a shirt with an built-in vest, a sash, a belt with a buckle, puffy […]

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High School Girls – Jon Berger

I played basketball with Andrea every day in gym class in 8th grade. She was on the basketball team and she always beat me by a lot. We always laughed and I could never make a basket. But I didn’t know who I was until I started high school. I remember picking up my schedule […]

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Two Poems – Rebekah Morgan

Is the mold safe to eat   Shout out to the sea anemone Burrowing into the fine-ass-sediment of the deep ocean blue I’m jealous of you piddlin’ around like that   Finally, yet with some difficulty I’m my own best friend   Tellin’ myself to not be complicit I say to myself “girl, it’s okay […]

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Author Interview – Bud Smith

We’re trying something different this week – one story followed by an interview with the author. The inaugural edition goes to the wonderful and generous BUD SMITH, where we talk about his books WORK and F-250 and life in general.   FO: In WORK, you write “Life was wide open” right after you quit the […]

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Schwimps – Bud Smith

The albino got drunk and captured a flamingo. I mean, there was a lot leading up to it, I’ll tell you some. There was a whole life, really. He put in for time off from work. He had a factory job putting wood modeling glue in plastic containers. They liked him there. He was the […]

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