Flash Nonfiction Rangoon “I know those guys,” my father would say. “They’re just a glorified referral service.”
Fiction The Sara Chain Letter A bunch of text, on a forum post or in an email, telling the reader they had four minutes to send the letter to ten people or else they would drop dead in a week. And other multitudinous variations.
Poetry WE THOUGHT IT WAS OUR ABILITY TO LOVE THAT MADE US HUMAN, BUT IT TURNS OUT IT WAS ACTUALLY OUR ABILITY TO SELECT EACH IMAGE CONTAINING A BOAT Is there a difference between sonar and bad vibes?
Nonfiction My Golden Retriever is an Asshole Chester was more of a Nietzsche dog, believing hope is for losers.
Flash Fiction Casualties of War For the rest of his life, he’ll tell people this was the first Super Bowl he remembers.
Poetry Broken Bricks A red brick wall, the ground along it lined / with chips of brick; how came they in those piles?
Poetry piece by piece we shut it down but I have not forgotten. I have no idea how / I should be taking those words now,
Nominated for Best of the Net 2024 Clicky-Thing: a modern review of the Carhartt Relaxed Fit Washed Duck Sherpa-Lined Utility Jacket with a 2 Warmer Rating Anyway, I decided that this was the year I’d get a proper winter jacket again.
Flash Fiction Blood The dog knows to curl up behind a chair or slip under the bed. But the man and the bag fill the space between the dog and chair.
Poetry I WANT TO KNOW THE CHICKEN’S NAME I also want to ask if it knows / what a road is. If it ever actually / knows where it’s going. Or why
Fiction 8 Ways to Get Out of Debt Fast The trick is to pick articles that are destined for spammy blogs. They don’t care about quality and they usually come with a list of keywords that need to be stuffed into 250 words of content.
Poetry When Are You Free The lake’s schedule was more fluid, / naturally, but we squeezed in the time,
Flash Nonfiction We read to know we are not alone, But I told this car full of friends this truth I’d never even spoken to myself.
Flash Nonfiction It Started with a Feeling, and Now My Boyfriend and I are Sitting in a Clinic for a Pre-Conception Consultation, and I Can’t Stop Worrying About My Unknown Future The doctor says I won’t have many changes since I’ve been on hormones for so long, but still—
Poetry The Jewel on Main It wasn't your liver, though we had bets whose was worse. The odds always in favour that you’d never go first. It wasn't your heart though it's been broken many times. And it wasn’t your sugar from drinking outside the lines.
Flash Fiction Hungry Ghosts This year a group of teenagers has joined in the occasion, a mix of locals and foreigners. They parade amongst the younger children wearing lurid rubber masks: lolling tongues and murderous grins.
Poetry An Eighty-Year Joke And there's so little time to / even consider it with all of the / living we need to take care of.
