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I May Leave
by Alicia Gee//| EssaysMum says that Don’s womanizing killed him, along with the smoking and the drinking. Fucking is good cardio, I tell her. I have a soft spot for infidelity. Dad tells the story of a family Christmas Eve party he attended when he was a child. My grandfather Don…
The Pool Pit
by Guy Cramer//| FictionI’d gotten a call a few days before my birthday, this was back when I was just tall enough to punch my dad in the belly button. I was in my room chewing a whole packet of gum when the phone rang, ten times. On the eleventh time Mom yelled “Oh let…
Two Poems
by Ewen Glass//| PoemsI’m ashamed of my body but I put it on the page where it buzzes like a phone that should be silent. I sometimes wish to be on a beach and just so precisely in the moment that I feel the sand and the sea and the vibrations of a low mood in which I…
Conjuring a Life
by Casey Jo Graham Welmers//| EssaysMaybe when kids like Jessie and John grew up they wanted to be firefighters or teachers or someone that excavates dinosaurs, but you never really knew what you wanted to be because you always had this inexplicable notion you’d be dead.
Plateaued
by M.M. Kaufman//| Fiction“I had a vision of you at age seventy-two.”
“What?”
Cooper and CeCe were sitting in the backyard watching their respective daughters, Lily and Anya, play at the bottom of the sloping hill. They sat in Adirondack chairs while their Aperol spritzes…
Megalohydrothalassophobia, or Something
by Aubri Kaufman//| EssaysI can’t pinpoint the onset of my giant underwater statue phobia, but I suspect it crystallized ten years ago, around the first time I saw a photo of a massive…
Five Poems
by Damon Hubbs//| PoemsLit crit with the speedo architect aw god what a narky bitch
When lambo, buy the dip
two suicides off the Williamsburg Bridge
Deadass
by Mallory Smart//| FictionWe weren’t close. Just basement cousins. Shared trauma, seasonal allergies, and a group text nobody knows how to leave. Holiday filler. Whispered commentary while the adults got loud in that…
Let’s Start from an Earlier Block of Save Data
by Brandon Diehl//| PoemsI remember the first time we played Minecraft. Years ago. We spawned in a barren snow biome. Resources were scarce. We needed food, so we killed some cows and pigs…
The Last, Great Letter-Writer
by Sean Ennis//| FictionMy friend Shadow wrote me a note the first time I took care of his dog, Apple. I’ve kept it as a valuable reference, and also like a wartime letter…