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A-Side, B-Side

Dylan Brown

He had kept the bulk of his music library, which covered every genre from obscure Sub-Saharan drum tracks recorded on cell-phones to honey-tongued R&B to Norwegian black metal, in his parents' basement. It was the only place, he had argued, that could support the weight of it all.


Poetry, Fiction, & Nonfiction   

The Curiosities

Amaud Jamaul Johnson

The year, this distance— when brightly his face hums and ticks like a washed penny and you can see him now as a co-worker or neighbor…

Letter from Sanderson, TX

Travis Klunick

Your dad died most of 2 weeks ago. I don't want you to care too much about it. I sure as hell don't...

Asians & Simple Math

Natalie Wee

Her dough-tipped fingers sparrow another pale moon into fullness as a giant beast clouds the thicket of bamboo upon its back with steam. Enough heat can turn a lake into air, the sea into some memory of having once held breath underwater.

Two Poems

Ryo Yamaguchi

The difficulty was obvious, an object we always / pressed away from us but that would always reemerge / in the sphericity of the real.

From the Archives

The Curiosities

Amaud Jamaul Johnson

The year, this distance— when brightly his face hums and ticks like a washed penny and you can see him now as a co-worker or neighbor…

New: Now Contains Zinc

David Kirby

Artist friend of mine works part-time at a store that sells Red Rooster pills to any guy who thinks he needs a “male sexual performance booster” or any gal who wants a 60-tab bottle of that reliable blend of proven herbal supplements,

When the Sun Slips Down Behind the Mountain Like a Quivering Thought

Jono Tosch

I think when I die I want my tombstone to say, / This guy noticed things and took enormous pleasure / in the noticing.

Two Poems

David Sewell

The town had been coughing since the dark arrived. It began while I was on the bridge the second time. Was still going when I went out for beer.

From the Blog

Strategies of Art Making

A friend in England asked me just recently whether I thought her work had become too much like 'the last cry of a dinosaur.' I thought not, but it made…

I Hate a Rainy Night

Thursday, August 24, 2017 Hurricane preparation begins with a conversation about a small claims court case involving a batch of botched edible underwear.…