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Grant-funded Missing Men
by Lydia-Mae//| FictionAs you all know, with the help of our generous donors, I have been studying the relationship between men, rats, hope, and arrogance, and have prepared a general overview of…
Diaries
by Brian Stephen Ellis//| FictionSam was older than me and one of her nipples was pierced and I did whatever she said. I was barely a person, more of an ill-fit together explosion of…
A Ghost Like You
by Katelyn Convery//| EssaysI knew Paula was lying about the way Bruce had died. She claimed he’d become so depressed that he retreated to his bed and did not eat or drink for many days. When his friends’ calls went unanswered, one of them went to check on him and found him barely conscious, lying in urine-soaked sheets. As we spoke, I heard the line crackle.
The People’s Champ
by Kyle Kouri//| FictionWe called Kofi the People’s Champ because he was the only manager at the Vide Hotel that didn’t care about us drinking on the job and, in fact, would sometimes hit joints with us in the bell closet.
The Bee Charmer
by Lauren Mantis//| PoemsThere’s a woman in town who performs healing with a net. I pay to watch the show, front row, metal folding chair creaking in the spring grass, half-brown, half-waking. She…
Ben Wiley Burns in Hell
by Jan Stinchcomb//| FictionWhen we were freshmen you told me all the cool kids take flowers out to Carrie White’s grave on the night of prom. (The grave belonged to some poor woman…
Like a Tsunami Barreling Toward the Shore
by D.T. Robbins//| FictionThe ultimatum that Will’s fiancé, Leslie, had given him wasn’t sincere, and he knew this. Really, it was more of a nudge, an encouragement to push past whatever the fuck…
The Oldest King of the Coast
by Brian Allen Carr//| FictionThe oldest of the King boys became a kind of murderer, but most people weren’t surprised. We grew up on the Texas coast, roaming beaches and loping through waist deep…
Cante Jondo
by Lauren Lavín//| Essays“I want something from her, but I don’t know what it is. I guess that means sex.” – Joey Comeau, “Patricia” The other night one of the women asked the…
The Organization is Here to Support You
by Charlene Elsby//| Fiction(An excerpt from the novel The Organization is Here to Support You, forthcoming from Weirdpunk) We live and work in the units, and the office people live and work in…