Native Son by Steve Werkmeister

By Anna Dore | July 9, 2018

Steve Werkmeister is an English professor at Johnson County Community College in Overland Park, Kansas. He was born and raised in Nebraska and now resides in Olathe, Kansas, with his family. His first poetry collection, The Unauthorized Autobiography: Composed of Fragments, Distortions, Mythologies & Lies (PunksWritePoems Press), was published in fall 2016. He has a literature-focused blog at https://stevesofgrass.wordpress.com/, and you can find him on Twitter @SteveWerkmyster.     Native Son   When I was a kid, every old Mexican I … READ MORE…

Track 16 by Benjamin Schmitt

By Anna Dore | July 9, 2018

Benjamin Schmitt is the Best Book Award and Pushcart nominated author of two books, Dinner Table Refuge (PunksWritePoemsPress, 2015) and The global conspiracy to get you in bed (Kelsay Books, 2013). His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Sakura Review, Hobart, Grist, The Columbia Review, Two Thirds North, and elsewhere. You can read his scary stories for kids in the Amazon Rapids app. He lives with his wife and daughter in Seattle where he also reviews books, curates a … READ MORE…

Self-Portrait as Chicken Dinner by Erin Slaughter

By Anna Dore | July 9, 2018

Erin Slaughter is editor and co-founder of literary journal The Hunger, and the author of two poetry chapbooks: GIRLFIRE (dancing girl press, 2018) and Elegy for the Body(Slash Pine Press, 2017). You can find her writing in Prairie Schooner, Passages North, F(r)iction, Cosmonauts Avenue, and elsewhere. Originally from north Texas, she is pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at Florida State University. Her first full-length poetry collection is forthcoming from New Rivers Press in 2019.   Self-Portrait as Chicken Dinner … READ MORE…

Barista by Blaize Dicus

By Anna Dore | July 3, 2018

Blaize Dicus is a graduate student at the University of Central Oklahoma. His thesis questions genre by melding prose and poetry to tell one narrative that explores the influence of internal and external forces on identity.   Barista She loves A$AP Rocky. She listens to every word her mother tells her. She cuts her curls short. She hears, You look like a boy now. She doesn’t care what her father says. She cries alone, in her Pottery Barn comforter. She … READ MORE…

Electrostatic & Magic by Mitchell Nobis

By Anna Dore | July 3, 2018

Mitchell Nobis is a writer, an educator, and an aging pickup basketball player in Metro Detroit. A Philip Levine Prize semi-finalist, his work has appeared in English Journal and other publications. He co-authored Real Writing: Modernizing the Old School Essay, a book for writing teachers. Find him at @MitchNobis. Electrostatic & Magic Our atoms are            99.9999999999996% empty, yet here it all is, everything. Here we are, empty. Maybe that explains the anxiety that keeps us … READ MORE…

Poetry by Josef Krebs

By Josef Krebs | February 13, 2018

Josef Krebs has a chapbook published by Etched Press and his poetry also appears in Agenda, the Bicycle Review, Calliope, Mouse Tales Press, The Corner Club Press, The FictionWeek Literary Review, Burningword Literary Journal, the Aurorean, Inscape, Crack the Spine, The Cape Rock, Carcinogenic Poetry, The Bangalore Review, 521magazine, Organs of Vision and Speech, Tacenda, Former People, The Chaffey Review, The Bohemian, and The Cats Meow. A short story has been published in blazeVOX. He’s written three novels and five … READ MORE…

“The Age of Enlightenment” by Michael Harmon

By Alec Whetsel | April 28, 2017

The machine I call myself. The mechanism known as me. The clock or timer that I am. Running down and always was. Music in a garbage truck’s Thud of a dumpster in the morning, Or the way another wakes me, Makes far better matter to consider.

“Tall Tale–A Lumber Camp Massacre” by Gina Marie Bernard

By Sydney Vance | April 28, 2017

The snow arrived at 11:11, superstitious numbers for the Cass Lake loggers:     four parallel pines announcing the banking storm. Men had been promised a day and a half of women and whiskey,     and drug themselves from the forest, footfalls heavy as felled fir. These thirsty birlers—Norwegians, French Canadians, Irishmen—carried     upon their shoulders broad axes and serrated saws, but buried deep within their woolens they bore darker truckage:     national pride and prejudice as … READ MORE…