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Cement Men

Colin Winnette

We were out of touch with love. We're not cement men anymore we reminded one another, walking hand in hand. We rented a cabin to focus on love. We made lists of what love could be like and should be like and was.

Immanuel Kant

Joe Fletcher

Gulf Shores, Alabama. The sun spun in its flaming sphere, light-belching charioteer. I was pale and in the ocean, naked but for a swimsuit and a snorkeling mask...

The Golden Calf

Meghan Privitello

If you ask for a god, / I will give you a hum-drum sculpture, a cheap / vessel to fill / with what you think / is worthy: your angst / and cum, that one memory / of your mother / when she was still alive / enough to groan. / Give me your earrings...

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I Pine, I Sigh, Please Pass the Mayo: What Sitcoms Can Teach Writers of Literary Fiction

Laura Jok

I've been doing a lot of thinking about what the sitcom genre can mean to someone who writes fiction. In graduate workshops, "melodramatic" is the dirtiest of words...

My First Book of Poetry: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Independent Presses (Part III of III)

Frances Justine Post

I am not ashamed to tell you that my debut book of poetry, Beast, was rejected 70+ times over an approximately 5 year period before it was finally accepted and turned into an object in the world this past January. When I counted up these numbers after…

My First Book of Poetry: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Independent Presses (Part II of III)

Frances Justine Post

I am not ashamed to tell you that my debut book of poetry, Beast, was rejected 70+ times over an approximately 5 year period before it was finally accepted and turned into an object in the world this past January. When I counted up these numbers after…