A Normal Interview with Katie Ives By Rosie Bates

December 7, 2022

Climbing can be an enticing pursuit for writing because a climb is a natural story… Basically, anytime you go on a climb, even if it’s just a backyard climb, you’re tracing a narrative or the form of a narrative arc with your hands and your feet.

Wolf Biter by Sarah Viren

December 7, 2022

When our habits deform our bodies, we can’t hide the proof of what we do.

Photo of Tommy Keene in a car, head on shoulders, gazing out of the window at night.

All These Things Engulfing Me by Joe Bonomo

December 7, 2022

"I can see the singer looking hopefully at the person with whom he’s speaking, seeing the kindness in their shining eyes, understanding the words they offer yet singing, in that eternal melancholia of melody, the real truth."

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OptiDream Third-Generation 3Gen Original Dream Machine 100+ Stimuli & More by Devon Halliday

December 7, 2022

but at some point in every dream I end up scraping my teeth out of my mouth

High On Dopamine He Wants You Back by Christine Butterworth-McDermott

November 30, 2022

So you loved men who combusted, / spontaneously gave yourself to the flammable, / stripped yourself bare / for their ovens, splayed yourself for their driptorches.

Seasons by DW McKinney

November 30, 2022

She drinks to forget and drinks to feel different in her skin. She drinks to be someone else and drinks because she feels things she isn’t supposed to feel – because she is Black and Christian and because her parents raised her better.

Image of a man's shadow, holding a phone, reflected against a white wall with two empty photo frames.

Ghosting by Sarp Sozdinler

November 30, 2022

I imagined his spidery fingers hovering over his phone all night, at once touching and not touching it like the soft spots of my body.

Moonlit wolf standing, alert, in a green meadow.

This I Know by Julie Woodward

November 16, 2022

My headlights are on. They carve small spaces into the night. I want to shed this skin and curl myself into their void. I want to tuck myself into their cold. I want to be consumed by their nothingness. I want to be swallowed whole, too.

Night time, a police car with its blue lights alight on the roof of the car.

The Night’s Not Finished, but It’s Leaning Against the Wall by Taylor Collier

November 16, 2022

All/ day you’ve been plunking rusted metal / into your purse, and I never stopped to / ask what you really wanted

A foggy nature scene: trees and a stony creek.

Up Brown Jug Creek by Catherine Halley

November 9, 2022

Of course, this isn’t the witch-thick forest you read about in a fairytale. I am surrounded by green, fast-growing trees and shrubs—buckthorn and black locust and honeysuckle—relentlessly spreading along the banks of the stream. The trunks bow out over the water and form a canopy of shade.

An adult's pair of hands and one child's hand. They are manicured, and wearing rings.

Three Poems by L Favicchia

November 9, 2022

"i hold a tissue paper body/ as long as i can, / or until i must exhale."

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Movie Stubs by Sophia Veltfort

November 9, 2022

In the weeks leading up to my friend’s wedding, instead of studying for the GRE, I’d made mental tallies of people I dreaded but could reasonably expect to see in Poland.

Memory/Movie by Jason Sepac

November 9, 2022

How much have I spliced into my memory?

Left: Talia Lakshmi, smiling, wearing hoop earrings and a purple and white scarf. Her shirt is green. On the right: Cover of book, "What We Feed To The Manticore." Title in bold, black letters. Illustrations of blue tiger, roses. Background, yellow.

A Normal Interview with Talia Lakshmi Kolluri by Samina Najmi

November 2, 2022

I have always come to both reading and writing from a somewhat genderless space. What I mean is that both writing and reading have been mechanisms for me to try on different lives and experiences.

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First Story by Sarah Gambito

November 2, 2022

"What do you say to someone who has been gone for so long."

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A Longer and Slightly More Complicated History of Her Heart by Mary Jones

November 2, 2022

She thought she knew of everything that could happen to the human heart, it seemed most of it had happened already to her mother.

Lit Jack-O-Lantern seen through a clouded window, being held up by hands, surrounded by cobwebs.

What Does Your Halloween Costume Say About Your Gender?: Quiz Results By Jackie Domenus

October 31, 2022

You stand there silently, breathing candy breath into your mask until your face gets damp. Your best friends are cheerleaders, witches, fairies. But you’re just a structure of a person, an outline of a body, quiet and haunted.

A top-down view of a bottle of white pills. The white pills are backlit and seem to glow. The inside of the bottle is a very light green and red.

Drug Facts by Hillary Adams

October 19, 2022

"The first will make you numb, but you’ll be thin so everyone will tell you how good you look and that should equate happiness, or at least not wanting to die."

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Delta by Dionne Irving

October 12, 2022

We didn’t have friends on board. We didn’t have friends of friends on board. And we hadn’t ever even been to Miami, or to Brazil. So we went about our day. We made coffee.

A square image with a white background and three lines of paint in the colors pink, purple, and blue: the colors of the bisexual flag.

Two Poems by Jo Blair Cipriano

October 12, 2022

Death reminds me too much of myself./ I mean, if you watched an animal die/ in agony, would you still enjoy eating its flesh?