New Fiction: “The Rose Salesman” by Daniel Beauregard

  A man makes a living any way he can, sometimes even by selling roses by the side of the … More

“Encampeth,” a novel excerpt by Pam Jones

  Once, when ET was a kid, a stranger came into the house. It was not a break-in; how could … More

{see what she can do}: Marcene Gandolfo in Conversation with Heidi Seaborn, author of author of GIVE A GIRL CHAOS

Heidi Seaborn is Poetry Editor for The Adroit Journal, a New York University MFA candidate, and the author of an award-winning … More

New eBook: Antikythera, a hybrid essay schematic by Jenny Fried

Table of Contents “L2“ “M2“ “E2“ “Front Plate“ “D2“ “E6“ “E1“ “Front Sub-Plate“ “L1“ “K2“ “D1“ “Internal Mounting Plate“ “B3“ … More

Four Poems by Jessie Janeshek

  A Winter Weather Event I’m home to being the worst girl on earth binge-eating almonds   but Carole Lombard is … More

Fiction: “Devil’s Hopyard” by Jennifer Makowsky

  I know something bad will happen by the end of the night. Maybe it’s the trees overhanging the winding … More

Artist Spotlight: Four Visual Poems by Sarah J. Sloat

Eat Not1   You Make Me Easter2   My Frenzy3   Pipe Dream     Sarah J. Sloat reminds us … More

“To Be in a Time of Extinction,” prose poetry by Violet Mitchell

—after Etel Adnan   To find a list with macaws, to read of the eastern cougar, to try to imagine … More

“Puritan Remnants,” an excerpt from TIME’S UP! A MEMOIR OF THE AMERICAN CENTURY by Robert Cabot

  I entered America’s Century in 1924. World War I was over, Europe lay devastated, millions killed—a hundred thousand of … More

“A Night, Like Any Other, or Ooh, That Smell,” an excerpt from GRISTLE, weird tales by Jordan A. Rothacker

  Gasoline is poured on the dead face. The body, entirely saturated. Drying blood charges with the illusion of new … More

“Report of the Justification Committee,” original fiction by Jona Whipple

  We could not take the polar bears. We tried, but we couldn’t do it. By then, they were mostly … More

Poetry: “Self Portrait, Australia” by Annie Hulkower

  You could bounce a quarter off the soles of my feet, thanks to a lengthy study in not wearing … More