“Cutting” by John Luciano
I. Brian Clark is dead. He died June 23, 2008. I have no right to be saying this. He had a red and black tattoo of a swallow on his forearm, the kind I always see in pairs on punk...
View Article“Charlotte” by Bradley Warshauer
What she sees here is her first memory: a white blanket draped over the world, the way the falling snowflakes outside the train emerge from the fog and strike the window and turn to water droplets and...
View ArticleTwo Poems by Matthew Ostapchuk
Yonder Public School Adonis There was that time in the locker room when we were toweling Off and the steam in the air was hard to breathe. You caught me Peeking. Out of my eye corners. You caught...
View Article“Gay Marriage” by Angela S. Patane
This election year, I wonder if my mother voted to ban gay marriage. I imagine her standing in the make-shift booth thinking of her wedding: how her mother wasn’t alive to see it; how after my father...
View Article“New York, New Orleans, and Netflix (Also Star Trek)”: Guest Essay by Bradley...
The Problem I’ve got this problem in which I, who have always liked to think of myself as both intellectually and artistically curious (with all the sardonic emphasis on the words the italicization...
View Article“Solace” by Masha Tupitsyn
Does it still bother you? Does it still matter? Why does it still bother you? Why does it still matter? The most important thing to do now is to forget. To surrender and encourage. You should support...
View Article“Lek” by Court Merrigan
I have this customer, the man about the movies. He says to me, “You should make movies. You should go to America. You could make big money. Beautiful as you are.” Customers always tell me, Oh,...
View Article“Blackout” by Thomas Fitzgerald
I drank my first beer when I was 14-years-old. My friend Adam and I were attempting to grill turkey burgers on his mother’s new Char-Broil grill. “Do you feel like a beer?” Adam asked me. The question...
View Article“Frog Parts” by Brynn Downing
In spring, the ones the cats don’t eat get squished and dried, they become paper versions of themselves- the outline of a frog, frozen by headlights. They take on the shape of a biology tray, for...
View Article“Vernacular” by John Meriwether
Like Share Embed Post Home Invite Status Comment Msg Chat Chit chat Friend Unfriend Info Edit Delete Your Vocabulary Is Shrinking. + John Meriwether is an undergrad at Wheaton College studying art,...
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