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Troupe 98 | Paige Zubel
hi hello my name is sarah yes there are three other girls in my troupe named sarah yes I hate it yes I know hate is a very strong word would you like to buy troupe 98 candy from me so I can win the big blue excaliber mountain bike would you like to buy something?
An Interview | Pema Tseden on Breaking into the International Scene
Award-winning Tibetan writer and filmmaker, Pema Tseden, makes a stop in NYC along his US tour to discuss his English-language debut, Enticement: Stories of Tibet.
Three Poems | Taisia Kitaiskaia
SHE SPITS & TOUCHES HER TONGUE TO HER LUNGS I was outside myself, picking corn in a tall shadow,When I was ordained to be an Anglo-SaxonWarrior making my head from my own head, makingAn extraordinary instrument from which we shallAll suffer madly. And the mirror was always a jewel,And the […]
from Nimbusclud | Cara Scarmack
Onstage: Two porthole windows suspended in space.
Also, at least one wall (if not all of the walls) is completely covered by dark fabric that stretches from floor to ceiling.
The fabric flutters and ripples every now and again.
Two Poems | Tyler Morse
Back and On Down Okay so I’d buried her body in a shallow graveand told mom we couldn’t go back to the cabinbecause I’d never fed the dog & let it die but it wasthe woman. And had struck her. With shovel maybe.A tussle. Thinking you know when you molest […]
Women & Other Hostages | Laura McCullough
Everyone seemed stuck or silenced that summer, nobody’s T-shirt with the right slogan, the news shifting so fast, you couldn’t keep up with the latest outrage, & one person’s outrage was another’s fact, […]
Ginger Moon Bulb | Stella Santamaría
Stella Santamaría is a Latina Poet that lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Stella is the author of In Between Spaces-Miami, and she has poems in Cathexis Northwest Press, Pennsylvania English, The Bohemian, and forthcoming in Juked. Currently, she is pursuing an MFA in Poetry at Saint Mary’s College of […]
The Apartment Story | Justin DeCarlo
I woke up to a loud rapping at the door. It was my landlord again, looking for the rent. It was the middle of the month and he’d been at this for days. Every few hours he’d bang away, screaming his head off. I’d let him get it out of […]
from Hurricane Diane | Madeleine George
Hurricane Diane will be performed at the New York Theater Workshop from February 6-March 10, 2019. Tickets are available for purchase here. __________ Lights. With a great wind, the god appears. DIANE I have returned, and it begins. DIANE is a butch charm factory, with that combination of swagger and […]
Nervous Break | Boona Daroom
Nervous Break National Guard units have mobilizedOn a syndicated game show. Today Contestants shoot up a dental labWith machine guns. I can feel it burn. Through the power of suggestion aloneWe see the quantity of fried chicken grow. I got here and there were 700 people in line.Massive liquidity courtesy […]
People Who Look Like People I Know | Jane Pek
I am twenty-four years old and I have lived for less than fourteen days. I have never seen the woman I am about to meet but she knows me intimately. What am I? Apparently he enjoyed these kinds of riddles, which is to say I enjoy them, or I should; […]
Ten Theories | A. Molotkov
Ten Theories 1 The street ends in a dead end, a space removed. Air currents flow around it. Fading gravity. You, inside, at least in theory. It takes a lot of bulbs to light the world. 2 I arrived before too early. I remember your birthmark. Now it’s no longer […]
Tied Up With String | Kate Tough
Another thing Sheridan has never gotten used to about Ross is his expressionless sex face. He’s almost soundless, too, but that’s par for the course: guys rarely make much noise except when a few beers have featured (uh-UH-I’m gonna co-o-ome!). The exception was the one who’d moaned and bucked like […]
Two Poems | O-Jeremiah Agbaakin
my God says it’s not in my job description to stay clean. hygiene is monetized farce. a trick to keep soap & rehab & the church & conscience & your silence in business. i scrub my own tongue hard to a shiny silence. a bad childhood stuttering cannot be blamed. […]
The Sinkhole | Joyce Li
ONE The sinkhole appeared without warning one night, opening up at the end of our driveway as if to swallow us whole. Anderson and I bought the house—a run-down Victorian in upstate New York—in the hopes of restoring it ourselves, but the plain truth was that it was in even […]
Still | Katherine Gibbel
Katherine Gibbel grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Her writing has been published in or is forthcoming from Bat City Review, The Bennington Review, Guesthouse, Tin House Online, and elsewhere. She has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where she received her MFA in […]
The Man With Blue Eyes | Samantha Lê
The Man With Blue Eyes i. legs like birch trunks stripped white by winter ginseng root toes mangled from wear chest scarred the color of wheat fields but he smears like wet ink when we touch ii. we celebrate the harvest moon forgetting to mourn the death of summer launched […]
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