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Everyone except for the dinosaurs

Samuel Bollen on Dinosaurs.

by Samuel Bollen on October 2, 2016

The Neon God

Omens, names, and brushes with death.

by Sam Verney on October 2, 2016July 21, 2017

Family History

My family history as I know it starts with the kick of a grenade.

by Crystal Liu on October 2, 2016

North / South / East / West

A portrait of Tel Aviv in four directions.

by Tamar Willis on October 2, 2016

Aubade for a Night Twitter

All these voids

meeting in the middle feels

like an answer, so I keep
writing. For a night

by Rachel Stone on October 2, 2016

Dolores, Part I

Doña Dolores was a wretched woman.

by Oscar Mahoney on October 2, 2016October 2, 2016

How to Write a Pitchfork Album Review

Listen to two or three of the songs off of the album. Pick them from different sections, so it seems like you listened to the whole thing. Also, don’t call them songs. Call them “tracks” or (even better) “cuts” instead.

by Samuel Bollen on September 26, 2016October 2, 2016

Anatomy of a sane girl

Let her suck air through her teeth first, anticipating
the beginning of pulling the meat.

by Angélica María Vielma on September 26, 2016

Carmen in the Sunset

Sitting on the veranda with her coffee cup, Her grey hair braided up,
The lonely lady Carmen turns her eyes up

by Oscar Mahoney on September 26, 2016

Ruins of Our Time

Conteplating human extinction

by Peter Schmidt on September 26, 2016

Uncle Phil

At his house, I’m sitting on the screened-in porch, eating the whitest sandwich of all time: white bread, white chicken, white cheese, mayonnaise.

by William Keiser on September 26, 2016September 26, 2016

requiem

If you ask me about the next day, though, and I mean the day he killed himself, I won’t be able to tell you anything. I don’t remember. But if you ask me about the day before, I can tell you how Carrie looked in the muggy evening light, how the tips of his hair curled with sweat, how a cluster of pimples settled above his left eyebrow like a constellation.

by Sarah Barnette on September 26, 2016


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