Dumb Fuck
Shane Jesse Christmass03.15.17
“Clouds of dust and fireworks. Tanks in Times Square fishtail sideways. Soldiers stomp heads. Coffee shop for lease. Retail shop for lease.” New work by Shane Jesse Christmass.
Language on Vacation
Evan Lavender-Smith03.08.17
“We brought her home. She pooped in the house.” Hyper-real new short fiction by Evan Lavender-Smith.
Excerpt from A Raft Manifest
Rem + Rom03.01.17
“re:counting bout wagon trains + them wheels stuck in th mud ruts b’comes wah triggerd us t’ member th bit bout putting a nickel on th needull so we cd git unt’ th next line” New visual language from Rem + Rom.
dried out pumpkin dried out pussy
Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle02.22.17
“I tell the doctor I’m depressed. She says, ‘But you can’t be depressed, I saw you laughing last week.'” New text from Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle.
FIVE MAWS
Tobias Carroll02.08.17
“And now the maws glowed, as though they contained passage to a throat burning from somewhere below. Wislawn thought that was just swell.” New fiction by Tobias Carroll.
BARTHOLDI
Eric Gelsinger02.01.17
“Lenny Bartholdi first made a splash in the literary world when he hacked into North America’s largest publisher, W.W. Norton & Co, and inserted himself into the Norton Anthology of Poetry (5th Edition).” New fiction by Eric Gelsinger.
Hot Tub Universe
Talal Achi01.25.17
“For some reason when I imagine myself talking to you, Dad, it’s always in the hot tub—that we talk, I mean.” New very short fiction from Talal Achi.
The Known and the Unknown
Chika Onyenezi01.18.17
“For people growing up in so much hopelessness, to find hope in lies, in humors, in make believes stories, was worth all of it. All these kept us going.” New fiction from Chika Onyenezi.
Oxblood Ferragamos
Cody Reding01.11.17
“You remember feeling dizzy, like the solid earth had turned to sea. You remember looking back at the grand staircase glowing under the chandelier.” New text by Cody Reding.
The Knife
Saxon Baird01.04.17
“That photo was still by the tissue box on the dark brown carpet by her side of the bed propped up in its oval frame when the police knocked on the door the afternoon she died.” New fiction by Saxon Baird.
