Nonfiction liar, liar Once we’ve locked ourselves into the hallway bathroom—which is ridiculously nice for a frat house, what the hell—I take one look at the group and decide that our only solution is to lie our way out.
Flash Fiction Please Now Submit an Author Photo, .JPG Preferred There’s no one here to take an unguarded photo of me biting on a hangnail while staring at the screen working out a better word for ‘broken.’
Poetry Wikipedia Speed Runs Instructions: Find a path from the beginning article to the ending article using only article links.
Flash Nonfiction Only the Good (Guinea Pigs) Die Young That gruesome adolescent heartbreak you go through again and again and again and then evolves into real heartbreak, the kind you can’t just shrug off as kid feelings. It starts here.
Fiction Seven It's that country near the bottom of the Earth, the one that only comes up in the news when we owe someone else billions or when people find out our president's son is a drag queen which is genuinely one of our greatest and only sources of pride.
Poetry when the house is quiet, when your mind wanders, when your mind whispers loved not be loved not be loved
Nonfiction How to Grow a Nice Girl / On Nursery Rhymes, Suffrage, Spice, and Everything (Not) Nice / That’s What Memory is Made Of “Why can’t a nice-looking girl like you act nice,” the principal asked.
Flash Fiction Catching Smoke A couple of cards, a 4 and a King, lay on the green felt in front of you. You clutch a cup of coffee with your left hand. There’s a stack of casino chips in your right. You're shuffling the chips over and over.
Poetry A Poetry Found in the Chest of A Dead Soldier If I keep your poetry, / And I'm killed, / Will I be buried with it?
Flash Nonfiction Questions after you said I died a million times in you Who sings honeyed dirges for the dead while their warm hands make love with someone else’s warm hands?
Flash Nonfiction In it Sorrow a monotonous tune, like the weeping of this lonesome cunt. I cry because I am two hours behind his time zone always, and maybe that means I am also two hours behind grieving us always.
Fiction Litterbug Sea otters shivering, succumbing to the cold without the properties of their insulating fur, lifeless paws slipping from each other’s grasp. Dolphins scattered, bursting like smooth grey fireworks away from the foul stench that permeated the water.
Poetry Call It What It Is at fifteen the intake nurse clacked her nails until / social phobia, ED-NOS appeared beside diagnosis
Fiction Maybe a Butterfly Will Sit on Us But every day we also hoped something would change, that our Mortuary House would have dainty laced curtains and a round table in the center draped in white table cloth.
Flash Nonfiction Draft 1/Draft 5 I write creative nonfiction, and that means that I lay in your arms and think about how I would describe it, our bodies next to each other in the dark while it storms outside, how I ask you to leave the fan off so we can hear it.
Poetry Doctor Storm I am here because I can’t sleep when it’s dark, / maybe in an hour I will be tired.
Poetry Exposition I survived a knife between my ribs, / strings cutting into sponge-berry flesh, / blooming rose wound around my wrists.
Flash Fiction How to Clean Filters: An instruction manual You heard it’s best to step away from it for a while. You decide to let the story rest for a few days/weeks/months. It sounds like you deserve a break, anyway; you watch as your computer switches off.
Nominated for Best of the Net 2024 Eco Punk Hearing about another extinct species, I do a line of hope
Flash Nonfiction A response to, in conversation with, with regards to, The Entire [REDACTEDRED] of [REDAC TE DRE DACTE] Long spidery clockwork orange lashes and you hate to be shushed like that by your mum or other grown-ups or anyone. And you will still not know what sex is for years, years after you did it even.
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