Category: Side A

  • Side A Short Story: “Dolphin Adventure” by Robert Long Foreman

    Side A Short Story: “Dolphin Adventure” by Robert Long Foreman

    Stan arrived home late and flopped like an upright dolphin into his and Linda’s house. Dolphins are almost never upright. When they are it doesn’t last. They don’t have feet. They barely have skeletons. So when they try to go upright they hit the beach with a wet slap. They swim upward all the time.…

  • Side A Poem: “My Breakdown Is Like Buster Keaton Trying to Smile” by Jessie Janeshek

    Side A Poem: “My Breakdown Is Like Buster Keaton Trying to Smile” by Jessie Janeshek

    My Breakdown Is Like Buster Keaton Trying to Smile I keep looking through binocularsover and out toward the rivercalories are negotiablebut in every rendition I have a black eye. It’s all about pratfallsmy globe-sized stomachgarroted or garrulousand/or love before breakfast. Oct/Nov adjust the knobit always rains in my dreamseven the one where I’m swallowed into…

  • “The Ocean Is a Desert,” a Side A fiction by Keegan Swenson

    “The Ocean Is a Desert,” a Side A fiction by Keegan Swenson

    The Ocean Is a Desert He sits there. He sits at his desk with an open notebook and three black rolling pens. The damn window is open and it’s bringing in a breeze. He will get to work as soon as he’s stood up and closed the window. He can’t bear the breeze. As soon…

  • “Plexiglass Poetry,” a Side A feature by massimo magee

    “Plexiglass Poetry,” a Side A feature by massimo magee

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  • Side A: “Antikythera,” a hybrid essay schematic by Jenny Fried

    Side A: “Antikythera,” a hybrid essay schematic by Jenny Fried

      L2 I wore girl’s pants, even when I was still telling people I was a boy. I had lots of different colors, reds and purples and yellows, all clingwrap tight against my legs. The cut of these pants always made my penis very obvious. It wasn’t really my intention to present my dick to…

  • Artist Spotlight: Four Visual Poems by Sarah J. Sloat

    Artist Spotlight: Four Visual Poems by Sarah J. Sloat

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Sarah J. Sloat reminds us that even in our digital culture writing is about texture. Combining words, images, and erasure, her work exposures the landscape residing within every page. Sloat is a poetic detective that looks behind the whiteness. At her hand, the line of text moving…

  • Side A Featured Poem: Jonathan May’s “The Night Journey”

    Side A Featured Poem: Jonathan May’s “The Night Journey”

    (found poem from multiple sources [FBI Guantanamo Bay Inquiry // The Night Journey, Sura 17, The Koran // Department of Defense Human Resource Exploitation Training Manual – 1983])   The purpose of all coercive techniques is to induce psychological regression in the subject by bringing a superior outside force to bear on his will to…

  • Side A Featured Essay: “Mercantile” by Jennifer Fliss

    Side A Featured Essay: “Mercantile” by Jennifer Fliss

    I am in a store that calls itself a mercantile. The floors are a bleached wood. It smells like patchouli with an overlay of dryer sheets. There’s a vast selection of essential oils. I smell them all until I smell them all as I move to the back of the store. I run my fingers…

  • Side A Featured Essay: Harmony Neal’s “Allyship”

    Side A Featured Essay: Harmony Neal’s “Allyship”

    A response to the piece by the same name by Will Waller Oppressor: I’m here to help! I’m not like the other people from my group. I believe in equality for all. Oppressed Person: You’re standing on my neck. O: No I’m not! Wait, what? OP: You’re standing on my neck. Could you please get…