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2017 Fiction Prize judged by Porochista Khakpour
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2009, 2017

jamie mortara | We Are Burying the Hatchet

WE ARE BURYING THE HATCHET we are having a funeral for The Hatchet all The Hatchet's friends and family will be there we'll sing all The Hatchet's favorite songs someone will say The Hatchet was [...]

2009, 2017

Miriam Borgstrom | Triptych with Missing Limb

Triptych with Missing Limb   1 the overweight cannibals feed every fortnight the children frolic on our scalps this knocking is not a verb this silverware dances to get our attention the women come trotting [...]

1909, 2017

Astro Spills | Leo

Complete the sentence, “Being a Leo is like…” Natalie Eilbert: ...It’s not like any one thing. A Leo collapses the metaphor, possesses her subjects as she is possessed of subjects. She doesn’t want to be like [...]

1909, 2017

Gina Keicher | The Four-Day Win

The Four-Day Win Family legend has it that one day I walked into the kitchen from the two-car garage, my hands cupped piously as if carrying a communion wafer. I approached my mother [...]

1909, 2017

Lauren Turner | QUIT DYING TO DIE

Flirting with suicide, I spent three apathetic years with Bulimia Nervosa, before I decided I wanted to live. A month into recovery, doctors discovered tumors on most of my major organs. My body is now [...]

1909, 2017

Claire Marie Stancek | Three Poems

. Claire Marie Stancek is the author of MOUTHS (Noemi Press, 2017). With Lyn Hejinian and Jane Gregory, she is co-editor and co-founder of Nion Editions, a chapbook press. With Daniel Benjamin, she co-edited an anthology [...]

1909, 2017

Candace Williams | My Future Black / Certificate of Death

. . Candace Williams is a black queer nerd living a double life. By day, she's a middle school humanities teacher and robotics coach. By night and subway ride, she's a poet. Her poetry has appeared in Hyperallergic, [...]

1909, 2017

Topaz Winters | Mealtime

Mealtime Love something tender, chewy, broken in. Translates to ache without border, expectation blooming to fit the space it’s assigned. Her name is overcooked. Say it anyway: bright, memorised, some kind of holy. [...]

1909, 2017

Suzanne Highland | Two Poems

Polarized Thinking Sometimes I think Therapist is God even though her name is Lisa. God would want to hear about a real experience: Biggie’s 80s night, two drunk girls kissing. Lisa wants to talk [...]

1909, 2017

Pritha Bhattacharyya | Two Poems

sweeping the floors after dusk isn’t easy, the frangipani petals still fragrant, still usable, when

1909, 2017

Interview | Ana Božičević

Ana Božičević in conversation with Vi Khi Nao Joy of Missing Out by Ana Božicevic. Birds LLC, $18 trade paper (100p) ISBN 978-0-9914298-7-5   VKN: What is your favorite line (stanza) from Joy [...]

1909, 2017

Emma Claire Foley | Three Poems

frogs of lead who bust up your skinny lip by agreement, the paradisiac fields excised, the empty spaces removed from our carapace. a better future for the region. international niceness studies. shuffle up, smaller fry, [...]

1809, 2017

Nicole Steinberg | Two Poems

Inspiration: Fat We enjoy a woman Who withers Her roadkill eyes woozy Amethyst druzy cunt Thighs so small They ignore each other Share no secrets It takes practice To ignore the obsidian Fist [...]

1809, 2017

Nicholas Brown | Two Poems

knows this road where it leads us home cocooned we watch our wings we grow we sleep rise and shine

1809, 2017

Matty Layne Glasgow | Bodyslam Glam

bodyslam glam for Cassandro & all the queer exóticos Papá always counted to three before he’d lay a hand on me. The sharp stench of tequila slipping through his lips, no slur in his [...]

1809, 2017

Mackenzie Kozak | lexicon as i am owning up

lexicon as i am owning up when i say catastrophe it is not exactly so, not even when trimming a jagged edge of road with a gearshift spurning its maker when i say untenable as an exhale [...]

1809, 2017

Lydia Havens | i have a fever; i pray to Michael Stipe

i have a fever; i pray to Michael Stipe a father with only a voice. maybe you only exist in the sky, or some other endless space. maybe the couch my parents left [...]

1809, 2017

Lillian Sickler | Two Poems

aubade it’s a voicemail when I’m standing in line at the pharmacy I’m working things out. yeah, I know, darling leaving her is like driving a splinter out of the thick skin of [...]

1809, 2017

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens | Two Poems

The Vitamix and the Murder of Crows Prologue: Pine and sandalwood wrap deep L bend curves around one needle/ one wood chip / one black feather assembles ink quill / penetrates pores / [...]

1809, 2017

C.T. McGaha | cures for the mensies and existential apathy: a memoir in upspeak

but then i realized that my body isn’t permanent y’know like bodies how bodies are

1809, 2017

Goldie Negelev | Painkiller

Painkiller You tell me none of this will matter           I remove my ribcage and scratch at the bone ............You said it was all plastic, it always has been              my ribcage is [...]

1809, 2017

Gabriel Kruis | Two Poems

0 missed calls, 5 days away & your names are already erased, A fine scattershot of white, Skyline fucking up the alpenglow, W/o speed, so few odes, ////New York & bad art like [...]

1809, 2017

Christine Kanownik | Two Poems

American Beauty the computer doesn’t know what I’m writing my hand won’t know when my head is dead the internet does knows I’m a gemini they’ve already felt the cleaver come down splitting [...]

1809, 2017

Ashley Miranda | ticket to the mentalsphere

ticket to the m e n t a l s p h e r e we only know the night by sound. i can’t speak for the aspects that have been diagnosed as [...]

1809, 2017

Alisha Kaplan | Two Poems

Guilt Offering thank you for making me a woman for letting me reside in the book of life inside of which is the pizza shop I was afraid to enter wearing jeans the [...]