Genre and Selfhood and Speculation, Endless I recently published a book that, like thousands of books, is nebulous vis-à-vis genre. … More
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“Distance and Memory,” a Side A Essay by Jason Zuzga
Distance and Memory My grandmom Victoria (Tomaro) Stracquadanio born in Boiano, Italy, immigrant to Bound Brook, New Jersey, subsequently married … More
“Cordyceps,” a #NoMorePresidents flash essay by Sher Ting
Cordyceps Did you know cordyceps colonizes the bodies of carpenter ants, chemically hypnotizing them to ascend to the highest point … More
From Vol. 9: “Dear Editor Who Sent Me a Rejection Letter on Christmas, or Essay That Ends in a Fugue” by Sean Thomas Dougherty
Dear Editor Who Sent Me a Rejection Letter on Christmas, or Essay That Ends in a Fugue At first I … More
“The Human in Me”: A Haunted Passages Nonfiction Essay by Amanda Gaines
THE ROOM WAS STACKED FLOOR to ceiling with antique dolls. It was the summer of my senior year of high … More
#NoMorePresidents Flash Essay: “Pervert” by L Scully
I’VE BEEN A PERVERT FOR Many Years he says, smiling at us in the backseat. He tells us his wife … More
#NoMorePresidents Flash Essay: “Land of Promise. Land of Opportunity. Land of Heroes. Land of Greatness” by Ron Burch
LAND OF PROMISE. LAND OF Opportunity. Land of Heroes. Land of Greatness. Land of Freedom. Land of Landowners. Land of … More
“On ‘Starlings, Caravans’ by Kay Sage”: An Ekphrastic Essay by Nadia Arioli (nee Wolnisty) for Bad Survivalist
ONCE, I BROKE MY OWN heart. Listen. Miscarriage is normal, expected, considered fine. We get our hopes up. We … More
“Creamer”: A Personal Essay for Bad Survivalist by Marlene Olin
Creamer I’M NOT A DEMANDING PERSON. All I need is my morning cup of coffee. Plus a teaspoon of sugar … More
“An Offering of Space”: An Essay for Bad Survivalist by Whitney Kerutis
MY BODY WAKES ME ONE morning as a crater collecting water. I ring out the stiffness, twisting my torso left … More
“Debt,” a Flavor Town USA nonfiction essay by Christopher Bowen
ARE YOU HUNGRY THE WAY I used to be? When I was a culinary student, I was always hungry and … More
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