Two-a-Days | Big Hark

Listen close. You’ll sweat on the day they make you a man. August 12, 1990. Your socks will be striped. Two thick bands of green will sandwich a skinny strip of yellow, and as you stand in line you’ll think about nothing but the simple white tubes on the feet of the other boys around you.

Two-a-Days | Big Hark

Listen close. You’ll sweat on the day they make you a man. August 12, 1990. Your socks will be striped. Two thick bands of green will sandwich a skinny strip of yellow, and as you stand in line you’ll think about nothing but the simple white tubes on the feet of the other boys around you.

Time’s War | Catherine Bowen Emanuel

Physicists note that you can’t chart distance without the measure of time. Plotting distance against time tells you a lot about the journey.

Time’s War | Catherine Bowen Emanuel

Physicists note that you can’t chart distance without the measure of time. Plotting distance against time tells you a lot about the journey.

Leap Second | David K Wheeler

We call these vacation nights, evenings when clouds hang low, fleeced with heather and redwood tones, as the sun slouches behind the western hills.

Leap Second | David K Wheeler

We call these vacation nights, evenings when clouds hang low, fleeced with heather and redwood tones, as the sun slouches behind the western hills.

Every Lovely Bird | Robert Vivian

Where does desire come from anyway, lovely bird? Who gave birth to it and why, and why is desire the thing I know better than anything else, better than I know myself?

Every Lovely Bird | Robert Vivian

Where does desire come from anyway, lovely bird? Who gave birth to it and why, and why is desire the thing I know better than anything else, better than I know myself?

Undressing | Danielle Villano

There are so many men on the morning train that I would like to wrap my legs around. The sight of a crisp white dress shirt and a graying widow’s peak has me holding my coffee cup a little tighter, so the pads of my fingers burn from the heat.

Undressing | Danielle Villano

There are so many men on the morning train that I would like to wrap my legs around. The sight of a crisp white dress shirt and a graying widow’s peak has me holding my coffee cup a little tighter, so the pads of my fingers burn from the heat.

Pathological | Susan Rukeyser

My throat was stuffed with knives. My head, hot cement. I was impatient for health. The Walk-In doc guessed sinusitis and prescribed a quick fix. He pressed a sample into my palm: “Free.”

Pathological | Susan Rukeyser

My throat was stuffed with knives. My head, hot cement. I was impatient for health. The Walk-In doc guessed sinusitis and prescribed a quick fix. He pressed a sample into my palm: “Free.”

The Bumps in the Wall | Christian Berk

I lie in my bed and I think about things. The sheets are soft and warm, but they’re starting to smell a little like me and that’s my sign that I should probably wash them soon.

The Bumps in the Wall | Christian Berk

I lie in my bed and I think about things. The sheets are soft and warm, but they’re starting to smell a little like me and that’s my sign that I should probably wash them soon.

I’ve Killed Us, Mother | Garrett Dennert

I hadn’t wanted pus from her left eye to dampen the orange feathers below her dented beak, hadn’t expected to see her wings, held high and tight seconds before, sprawled across summer-dried grass and fallen bits of straw from her nest.

I’ve Killed Us, Mother | Garrett Dennert

I hadn’t wanted pus from her left eye to dampen the orange feathers below her dented beak, hadn’t expected to see her wings, held high and tight seconds before, sprawled across summer-dried grass and fallen bits of straw from her nest.

You Are Safe | Erica McKeehen

When I was younger, my dad always said he had eyes in the back of his head. And I reluctantly believed him. Just like I believed that shaking a gallon of milk before pouring it made it taste better.

You Are Safe | Erica McKeehen

When I was younger, my dad always said he had eyes in the back of his head. And I reluctantly believed him. Just like I believed that shaking a gallon of milk before pouring it made it taste better.

Lipstick in China; The Back of the Head of Beijing | Adriene Lilly

I’ve stopped doing whatever it was I was doing and am staring at a white coffee mug with a pink lipstick stain across the rim. I can’t remember anything about what I might have been doing before because I can’t stop staring at the lipstick.

Lipstick in China; The Back of the Head of Beijing | Adriene Lilly

I’ve stopped doing whatever it was I was doing and am staring at a white coffee mug with a pink lipstick stain across the rim. I can’t remember anything about what I might have been doing before because I can’t stop staring at the lipstick.

Telling it Straight | R. A. Lubowitz

Dear reader, I have a confession to make, a crime that has been weighing on me. I am in fact Carl Lewis. The famous African-American sprinter. No, I’m not. But I’m African-American.

Telling it Straight | R. A. Lubowitz

Dear reader, I have a confession to make, a crime that has been weighing on me. I am in fact Carl Lewis. The famous African-American sprinter. No, I’m not. But I’m African-American.

Crying in a Mall | Adriene Lilly

I’m coming down an escalator in a shopping mall in Beijing when I see a girl crying on the black sofa in the waiting area of a Cantonese restaurant. She is blotting her eyes with a tissue. Her makeup isn’t

Crying in a Mall | Adriene Lilly

I’m coming down an escalator in a shopping mall in Beijing when I see a girl crying on the black sofa in the waiting area of a Cantonese restaurant. She is blotting her eyes with a tissue. Her makeup isn’t