Category: Side A

“Why?”: A Video Poem for Side A by Justin Hamm

Why? There’s a boy who beats an invisible drum and a boy who loves nothing more than to stand in the weeds and to run his fingers over the rough wood of the neighbor’s barn and a boy who hides from his chores and a boy who wants to parlay with his own confusion and…
“The Weight,” a flash nonfiction for Side A by Aleina Grace Edwards

The Weight Eleven Look at you, cutie, you’re all skin and bones! Maya’s mom beams at me and scoops homemade mac and cheese onto my plate. I’m wearing her daughter’s T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts; both are too big for me. I smile back, encouraged. My arms, always too long for my body, move…
Side A Fiction: “Pieterjan Thyjssen” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg

Pieterjan Thyjssen For Peter Bullen One day during my morning walk I ran into Jim sporting the most staggering of haircuts. All the people around us, with their boring lives, their tedious bangs and fauxhawks, walking their shallow dogs, oblivious to the very concept of absolute beauty, each became entangled in leashes as their animals…
Side A Flash Fiction: “What Would You Say?” by Nicholas Claro

What Would You Say? I sent flowers. There was this card too, but I’ll get to that. My initial thought was roses. My next thought was too funeral-ish. It wasn’t supposed to be that kind of bouquet. What do you think? I said to The Florist. We were on the phone. What’s the occasion? he…
Side A Poem: “Content” by Heikki Huotari

Content 1. should a safe be dropped then so should a piano and to music and to money both should open I say privatize the positive and socialize the negative and call it content here a template there a template everywhere a template in the same way that I hope for your sake that your…
Side A Poetry: “Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster” by Ben Tripp

Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster when money became speech Dyads parafin the duration non-machinable flesh mic at jowl non-camouflage couldn’t alter or predict cephalopod high-arousal unheroic teller city with lake interior The false antique no and subject theory I have failed the task of radiation cryptographic An air freshener with the…
Short Story for Side A: “Dead Calm” by Jim Daniels

Dead Calm The clumsy enormous leaves of banana trees rattled in the sea breeze on their hotel balcony. “They look fake. Where are the bananas?” Rick asked. “Where are my sunglasses?” Their margaritas sat in absurdly large salted glasses sweating on a small plastic table, slowly warming like a shallow pond of scum. He squinted…
New Prose Poem “Biscuits”: Sean Thomas Dougherty for Side A

Biscuits Sometimes when I look at the sky I see the clouds become figures seated at a big table. Look, my mother-in-law says, those clouds look like the Last Supper. But it is more like the last brunch, on any Sunday not Mother’s Day, at the Polish Falcons social club, and all the Bushas gossiping…
Megan Merchant & Luke Johnson Lyric Epistolary Collaboration for Side A

What do we do when the black hole comes,—to L my son asks before the hours lighten. I know so much of this lifeis unreal, but yesterday I cut my lip and flooded my mouth with blood. I read about parents that chew food then mama-birdit into their babies’ mouths so they won’t choke. Haven’t…