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31 01, 2018

TINY SPILLS | ZACH SAVICH

2018-12-31T10:24:52+00:00

While spending too long thinking about what constitutes a lie to oneself, I burned the tahini honey yogurt cake I am baking. It may have improved it.


TINY SPILLS | ZACH SAVICH2018-12-31T10:24:52+00:00
18 01, 2018

Maia Morgan | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T16:11:10+00:00

I’m eleven or twelve, the oldest grandchild. I’ve lingered with the grownups. My mother asks me to clear. I stack two or three plates at a time, walk them into the kitchen. Then butter dish, bread basket, serving dishes, silver.

Maia Morgan | Nonfiction2018-12-29T16:11:10+00:00
18 01, 2018

Jennifer Berney | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T16:10:58+00:00

I was nineteen when I first heard the artist Cat Power. A friend had put the song “Nude as the News” on a mix tape, and I listened to it over and over. Sometimes this meant I’d fast forward the tape until I found the song. Other times, I’d listen to the whole mix just to get there.

Jennifer Berney | Nonfiction2018-12-29T16:10:58+00:00
18 01, 2018

Sarah Cook | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T16:07:25+00:00

As a young girl, I did really well in school. But at every parent-teacher conference, the same thing was always said, every year, from every single teacher, to my mother: she’s a good student but she doesn’t talk enough. Sometimes, more specifically: she needs to ask more questions.

Sarah Cook | Nonfiction2018-12-29T16:07:25+00:00
18 01, 2018

Sarah Sgro | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T16:07:02+00:00

What’s your weirdest poop story? I ask K while we’re eating seven-layer dip, watching Lady Gaga swing from buildings at the Superbowl. When K was young she used to pick up every poop she made. She would study its consistency, roll the stool between her hands like clay, toss it back and flush.

Sarah Sgro | Nonfiction2018-12-29T16:07:02+00:00
17 01, 2018

Marian Ryan | It Has Been 70 Years…

2018-01-22T12:12:24+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It Has Been 70 Years Since Eva Braun Was Incinerated Along with Her Underwear She takes the U-Bahn across town to visit him where he is cat-sitting for friends. [...]

Marian Ryan | It Has Been 70 Years…2018-01-22T12:12:24+00:00
17 01, 2018

Tim Raymond | The Leg

2018-01-22T12:11:43+00:00

I used my mom’s pink razor to shave my leg because I was too afraid to use Dad’s black one. I sat in the tub running warm water over my smooth calf. It was beautiful. That night, I rubbed my leg against my sheets until the pleasure of it was overwhelming.

Tim Raymond | The Leg2018-01-22T12:11:43+00:00
17 01, 2018

Ruth Gila Berger | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T15:48:29+00:00

It is February in Minneapolis, a month of frozen mud and sodden wings, except now oddly warm enough, it rains an iron rain. My wife, Christi drives. Her tires sluice. Exhausted windshield wipers perform accidental beauty; the patterns they leave fracture our light.

Ruth Gila Berger | Nonfiction2018-12-29T15:48:29+00:00
17 01, 2018

Marianna Nash | Many Oysters

2018-01-22T12:07:56+00:00

We walk past the old tenement where Anya’s great-aunt still lives, claiming the hole she tore in the world. Imagine if we all moved into Columbia Presbyterian! Someone probably has.

Marianna Nash | Many Oysters2018-01-22T12:07:56+00:00
17 01, 2018

Maddy Raskulinecz | Big Grins

2018-01-22T12:06:40+00:00

Jacob was trying to be alone with the alligator when his mother called him into the house for dinner. His mother didn’t know a thing about it; she didn’t even know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile.

Maddy Raskulinecz | Big Grins2018-01-22T12:06:40+00:00
17 01, 2018

Jessica Berger | Trophy

2018-01-22T12:03:29+00:00

He was my husband, but I called him dog. When he returned from the woods each passing dawn, from wherever it is that wild things go, he would whimper and scratch at the door.

Jessica Berger | Trophy2018-01-22T12:03:29+00:00
16 01, 2018

Ana Hurtado | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:07+00:00

His mother kept two cockatoos in her bedroom. They sometimes shat on her bed, nightstand, on framed pictures of Angelito’s grandfather.

Ana Hurtado | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:07+00:00
28 12, 2017

Martina Carla Louis | Nonfiction

2018-12-04T20:35:06+00:00

Married now and fully Amerikèn, I could enjoy the freedom of having weekends all to myself. I no longer ran errands for my parent’s siblings; I no longer braced South Florida traffic on weekend trips to my family members’ homes.

Martina Carla Louis | Nonfiction2018-12-04T20:35:06+00:00
20 12, 2017

TINY SPILLS | NAIMA COSTER

2018-12-31T10:25:13+00:00

Last time you lied: A pair of friends came over around 9 am to drop off their keys so I could stop by and feed their cat while they were away. I was still in my pajamas.

TINY SPILLS | NAIMA COSTER2018-12-31T10:25:13+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alex DiFrancesco | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T13:13:00+00:00

It’s a delicate process, but easy once you get the hang of it. If it’s done wrong, things curdle. If you do it just right, simultaneously whisking and adding warm to cold, it comes out smooth and resilient to hot temperatures.

Alex DiFrancesco | Nonfiction2018-12-29T13:13:00+00:00
29 11, 2017

Joseph Parker Okay | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T13:11:09+00:00

i got the next round and after that she invited me back to her place. when we got there we were met at the door by 2 barking doggos. one was hers, a dark brown/reddish wiener dog mix who really doesn’t like guys.

Joseph Parker Okay | Nonfiction2018-12-29T13:11:09+00:00
29 11, 2017

Whit Arnold | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T13:11:50+00:00

On TV, we watched a Showtime series called Shameless. I’m easily bored by TV, so instead I looked around his apartment. On a shelf sat a colorful, glass hookah. Seeing it, I asked, “You smoke?”

Whit Arnold | Nonfiction2018-12-29T13:11:50+00:00
29 11, 2017

Jayinee Basu | Swimming Pool

2017-11-29T22:31:31+00:00

Biriyani jumped off the diving board and broke the surface of the swimming pool in a clean arc. Pale pink fluff rippled over the pool. Her legs kicked a trillion tiny dark blue jewels into the air that melted back into water.

Jayinee Basu | Swimming Pool2017-11-29T22:31:31+00:00
29 11, 2017

Ana Crouch Ureña | Double Dare

2017-11-29T22:34:32+00:00

We should have known Eduardo would be the type to tattle. He was a hyperactive, annoying child with a tendency to boss us around, although at 8 he was younger than me by a year and had been held back in school.

Ana Crouch Ureña | Double Dare2017-11-29T22:34:32+00:00
29 11, 2017

Brianna Johnson | I Against I

2017-11-29T22:54:55+00:00

Her mom’s idea of good music was Kirk Franklin and Beyoncé. More than once Kenzi found her mother in the living room stumbling along as she tried to “get in formation” or convince Fat Dave to put a ring on it. She even had a shrine to the singer in her bedroom, photos taped along her dresser for “inspiration.”

Brianna Johnson | I Against I2017-11-29T22:54:55+00:00
29 11, 2017

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:19+00:00

But of course I cannot be every / body for you, you cannot be every / body for me; souls are slippery like minnows, they have no fleshy handles, there is nothing to hold to pull your soul deeper inside

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:19+00:00
29 11, 2017

Lucie Bonvalet | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T13:12:16+00:00

But if I look at the etymology, I find the Greek, nemein, "give what is due" and that nemesis literally means "retribution". So why has it become intertwined in my memory with a forest of black mirrors?

Lucie Bonvalet | Nonfiction2018-12-29T13:12:16+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:04+00:00

If I could be seen as a force instead of an object instead of a hobby, if I could just do without having to be seen, or if it didn’t matter to me at all, I could be invincible.

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:04+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alan Chazaro | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:12+00:00

Is it because always running is a cliché? And clichés are a rerun of something different? And since you were a boy, did they feed you questionable

Alan Chazaro | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12+00:00
12 11, 2017

TINY SPILLS | JANE WONG

2018-12-04T20:37:01+00:00

Best breakfast: Leftovers. There's nothing like warming up leftovers in a bowl and eating it in bed, a blanket around your shoulders. I pretty much eat everything out of a bowl, even pizza (the fold-technique helps).

TINY SPILLS | JANE WONG2018-12-04T20:37:01+00:00
12 11, 2017

Tiny Spills | Lynn Melnick

2018-12-31T10:26:06+00:00

If you have a c-section, you might want to get yourself some high-waisted panties because the incision will be right where your usual panties sit and it hurts.

Tiny Spills | Lynn Melnick2018-12-31T10:26:06+00:00
31 10, 2017

Tiny Spills | Lynn Melnick

2017-10-31T10:17:42+00:00

Tabs open on your screen right now: 2 email accounts, VIDA’s website, twitter, an article on theGrio about strippers in NYC going on strike to protest the ongoing racism [...]

Tiny Spills | Lynn Melnick2017-10-31T10:17:42+00:00
30 10, 2017

Meghann Boltz | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:17+00:00

i went to see the wizard & asked him for a cock he must have seen by the scuffs on my knees that i really needed one because he said ok

Meghann Boltz | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:17+00:00
29 10, 2017

Jaclyn Grimm | Paris, 1992

2017-10-30T10:50:01+00:00

In July, the spare room on the second floor of their rental fills with flies. They try getting the landlord to do something—anything—about the flies, but they’ve only been in France a month and can’t remember how to say please. They keep the door to the Fly Room shut tight.

Jaclyn Grimm | Paris, 19922017-10-30T10:50:01+00:00
29 10, 2017

Madeline Gobbo | The Admiral

2017-10-29T22:19:55+00:00

The test began. The students worked diligently to fill the bubbles they deemed appropriate. Livia watched one young man methodically draw frowny faces within each bubble and then cover them over with a flurry of graphite.

Madeline Gobbo | The Admiral2017-10-29T22:19:55+00:00
29 10, 2017

Chloe N. Clark | Other Names

2017-10-29T22:18:01+00:00

His date had neon pink shellacked fingernails. Lance couldn’t stop staring at them. The glare off them from the overhead lights was almost blinding. It reminded him of headlight beams bouncing off a rain-slicked road.

Chloe N. Clark | Other Names2017-10-29T22:18:01+00:00
29 10, 2017

Rachel Gold | Half Things

2017-10-30T16:08:48+00:00

My therapist says to remember that I’m young and only human. My mother in our last phone call said that I’m a narcissist. My father wants the money back from my wedding.

Rachel Gold | Half Things2017-10-30T16:08:48+00:00
29 10, 2017

Miriam Alexander-Kumaradoss | Everything is Fine

2017-10-29T22:05:47+00:00

M takes it from him. It sits in her palm, a squat little thing that's very white at the top but bloody at the root. She tries to remember what the different kinds of teeth are and which one this is. Around them, the other kids are screaming and prancing but M and V are still, staring at the tooth.

Miriam Alexander-Kumaradoss | Everything is Fine2017-10-29T22:05:47+00:00
29 10, 2017

Chloé Cela | Nonfiction

2018-12-29T13:07:57+00:00

This Skank Woman has no choice but to surrender to the hospital ambiance; the noise and patronizing nurses with good intentions, most of the time. The TV is showing the treatment of rhinos in Africa.

Chloé Cela | Nonfiction2018-12-29T13:07:57+00:00
29 10, 2017

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:38+00:00

What is the problem what is it I ask myself day after day it does not change / I walk through the rooms of my house I open the windows though it is cold

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:38+00:00
29 10, 2017

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:03+00:00

Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:03+00:00