Nonfiction

Tell Me if You're Lying

In the summer of 1992 my mother wore a purple Rod Stewart T-shirt around the house or to mow the lawn. Back then they had similar haircuts, like a fuzzy headed dandelion cloud, silvery-blonde, and they even shared the... more »

Longer Poetry

Old Roman's Row

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Fiction

The Piano

X bought the upright 1881 Steinway for two thousand dollars from a second-hand store a few blocks over from Washington University on her lunch break. She had intended to inspect a nineteenth-century English mahogany Chippendale ribbon-back settee... more »

(de)Classified

American Fried Questions

Would I go to a French restaurant in Juárez? Could it have been a mere coincidence that J. Willard Marriott, who owns what is presumably the kitchen most likely to get the contract, is a personal friend of Richard Nixon, a president who had a... more »

Short Short

The Symptoms of the End

They’ll wander the streets with rusted saws, desperate for volunteers to be divided and, after applause, made whole again. But all belief in magic will suddenly cease along with the necessity for three square meals and conversations about the moon. more »

Poetry

3 Poems

Chairs The La-Z-Boy is a chair that wishes it were a bed. The folding chair is a chair that wishes it didn’t exist. Europe lies prone, Africa has club foot, but no continent sits. It is too... more »

Featured Artwork

5 Pieces