The Other Land

Pamela Baker Your father’s truck smells of sweat, oil, and stains too old to remove. You climb in anyway. The truck is how you get to the “other land,” land that’s mostly shale and bad for building on but good for growing trees. It’s the land farthest from the house you grew up in, land … Continue reading The Other Land

Sex, Death, Gender, Bodies, Sex, Death, Illness, Sex, Death, Bodies: A Conversation with Carmen Maria Machado

Carmen Maria Machado's debut short story collection, Her Body and Other Parties, was the winner of the Bard Fiction Prize, the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Fiction, the Brooklyn Public Library Literature Prize, the Shirley Jackson Award, and the National Book Critics Circle's John Leonard Prize. Her essays, fiction, and criticism have appeared in the … Continue reading Sex, Death, Gender, Bodies, Sex, Death, Illness, Sex, Death, Bodies: A Conversation with Carmen Maria Machado

In Adam’s Room (I)

Daniel Schonning If there is a thesis to the universe then tongues have no place in it. Angels, I know, don’t have them. They have mouths the way you or I navels: vestigial, defunct. Once pressed to the warm mouth of God. Without tongues, mana settles on the backs of their throats like fireplace smoke … Continue reading In Adam’s Room (I)

The Knack

Bruce Johnson I once had a friend who could tell you where you were from. This was a hell of a trick for social gatherings. She’d be in the corner, sipping something with gin in it, and I’d be beside her drinking beer. Inevitably someone would approach. This was Las Vegas, the best place for … Continue reading The Knack

Advanced Humor

Andrew Gretes It sounded like a joke. The university didn’t even offer Introduction to Humor or Intermediate Humor. Just Philosophy 421: Advanced Humor. No prerequisites. Intrigued, Jason signed up. Lovesick, I followed. It was our last semester before graduating. My plan: to slide witty, ostensibly-improvised notes to Jason for four months and then seal the … Continue reading Advanced Humor

Mouth

Donna Gary My mother always got jokes Only she know how they go When it’s a secret she grins so wide I can see my auntie gold tooth I can see two sisters in one mouth One sister raises me into a girl of crown grease thickness. Every morning her hands braid my hair into … Continue reading Mouth

♫♫depending on how you see/ a thing, the ship is free/ or it is sinking♫♫

shelley feller aye, ich icky thicc physic, suck-o i’m a snack, natch stabbed of thee, ye lech i dress’t, deliver’t the victual aclang, acock, atop, agog i got yr gog adance, adangle delectable undetected deee-lite belay that mister-man bad skin bad eyes gay & fatty fuddy rudder main-topgallant backstays all spanker gaff crossjack in the … Continue reading ♫♫depending on how you see/ a thing, the ship is free/ or it is sinking♫♫

Two Poems

Heather Christle DUCK Duck duck duck duck eventually I have to change. It doesn’t mean anything when it happens. It picks the same man again and again until the day the same man appears different. It is his shirt or the drift of his hairdo. His history’s eaten itself. Now it is my turn to … Continue reading Two Poems