Inner Rednecks
Elizabeth Ellen05.06.16
“In the beginning everything was easy: brush hair, eat M&M’s.” Poetry from Elizabeth Ellen, selected by spring poetry editor Lucy Tiven.
Try These Powerful Tools
Drew Dickerson05.04.16
“Looking out over the bridge of her grease-filmed glasses, picking at her ham and cheese sandwich as it began to slowly settle into its wax paper shell, Rachel confided to Maxine that she had something of a problem.” New short fiction by Drew Dickerson.
Melissa Broder’s World is Small and Pathetic: A Conversation With So Sad Today
Jordan Castro05.03.16
Jordan Castro g-chats with Melissa Broder of So Sad Today about addiction, internet persona, crystals, depression, and her debut book of essays.
Boss Bitch
Travis Nichols05.02.16
Travis Nichols considers the smothering landscape of American creativity in the wake of the final performance of one of its most vibrant icons, Prince.
Hidden
Jeff T. Johnson04.29.16
“To the extent the book is every book, the book is every book the book may be.” New poetry by Jeff T. Johnson.
12 STEPS (OR: HOW TO BE THE SON OF AN ADDICT)
Devin Kelly04.28.16
Devin Kelly on addiction, rehab, family, faith, and growing up in the church as the son of an addict.
FIVE DEPRIVATIONS
August Evans04.27.16
“Wake in the dead middle of the night to your lover’s eyes feeling like they’re on fire.” New short fiction by August Evans.
Album Roundup: March 2016
Scott Creney04.26.16
Scott Creney’s a parent to a small child and still listens to more music than most of us. His roundup of the highlights and lowlights of last month’s releases includes new sounds by Santigold, DIIV, Porches, Teen, and more.
Queen of Translation: The Susan Bernofsky Interview
Sarah Rose Etter04.25.16
Calling Susan Bernofsky from an office conference room to discuss Jenny Erpenbeck, Robert Walser, witch-dom, stealth gloss, and the general state of translation today.
From The Dream
Brett Price04.22.16
“Some improv against. Cut between the austere and the dipshit in us and it’s not accidental.” A new long poem by Brett Price, via late spring poetry editor Ed Steck.
