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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

by Abby Van Soest on November 18, 2018November 17, 2018

Lower East Side

“In line with his nature, he broke up with me too politely.”

by Violet Marmur on December 8, 2019December 8, 2019

Hey, Sweet Annie

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”

by Jane Castleman on September 26, 2021September 24, 2021

Sound and Fury

“how can I cry for someone who doesn’t even know
what’s going on?”

by Liza Milov on April 16, 2017July 20, 2017

A Dish Window of One’s Own

“…upon closer inspection you realize it’s not paper, it’s a full hand of press-on nails pressed into the strawberry ice cream pressed into the bowl. It’s a bridge too far.”

by Sarina Hegli on August 6, 2022August 5, 2022

Wanderer

A glimpse through a tear in the multiverse.

by Mina Quesen on March 27, 2022March 27, 2022

Partir C’est Mourir un Peu

“Her grandmother had taken her to a psychiatrist once. She was seven years old at the time, and it had been the first Monday of the school year.”

by Mehr Sahni on November 21, 2024November 22, 2024

Jackal at the Shrine

Fiction, on raising the dead.

by AC Gray on October 10, 2016

Stieglitz

He’s old, Stieglitz is, when I’m looking at this photograph in my dining room. It’s one hundred and forty-three years since he was born, but he’s still hunched over his desk in his little, crowded gallery like he was when … Read More

by Zack Newick on December 4, 2008March 17, 2013

Sitting in Awkwardness: Translating Olga Ravn’s “De Ansatte”

Aboard the Six Thousand Ship, employee testimonies put the question of humanity on the forefront, disguising this philosophical inquiry within the mundane bureaucracy of workplace testimonials.

by Jonathan Dolce on October 4, 2025October 5, 2025

Purgatory is in a West Village Walkup

“It was one of those topsy-turvy Wednesday evenings in New York when one feels like they’ve fallen through a manhole and landed in New Amsterdam: when everything feels offputting and unusual in occurrence.”

by Lola Horowitz on October 31, 2025October 31, 2025

Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

by Lavinia Liang on April 3, 2016April 6, 2016


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