Lucky Number Six | SmokeLong Quarterly
Popcorn | SmokeLong Quarterly
Shit Cassandra Saw That She Didn't Tell the Trojans Because at that Point Fuck Them Anyway | SmokeLong Quarterly
Wolves | SmokeLong Quarterly
Take a Look at Yourself | SmokeLong Quarterly
Straight Lines | SmokeLong Quarterly
Missed Connections | SmokeLong Quarterly
Cows in April | SmokeLong Quarterly
Grams Pouts With Duck Lips | SmokeLong Quarterly
Story with a Gallinule's Wing in It | SmokeLong Quarterly
Next Scene from the Movie Giant | SmokeLong Quarterly
Marjorie and the Mountain | SmokeLong Quarterly
The End Is (Probably) Near | SmokeLong Quarterly
Txaj – A Prayer | SmokeLong Quarterly
The Life Cycle of Salmon | SmokeLong Quarterly
Isla Vista | SmokeLong Quarterly
I Am Not What I Set out to Be | SmokeLong Quarterly
The Expected Passing of Elliot's Wife | SmokeLong Quarterly
Issue Fifty-Four | SmokeLong Quarterly
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A Smooth, Shallow Cut | SmokeLong Quarterly
Gravity, Reduced | SmokeLong Quarterly
The Photo | SmokeLong Quarterly
It must have been 9th grade for our history class was cancelled again, an indeterminate kind of “cancel” because it was Perestroika in 1989 in the USSR and our history textbooks were suddenly out of date. via Pocket
Government-issued Bunnies | SmokeLong Quarterly
The rabbits are government-issued. Shambolic bunnies. Bunnies with smeary eyes, with a faintly sulfurous smell about them. Bunnies splotched with white fur on brown. Bunnies full of gumption munch through buckets of grass and weeds. Don’t anthropomo…
What I Have Coming To Me | SmokeLong Quarterly
My lips are so bitten up it’s like my mouth just chewed its way out of my face. I think my mother is about to tell me about the divorce between her and my father. Guess my age, with my parents getting divorced. You’re wrong, add ten years. via Pocket
The Other Thing – THE AIRGONAUT
by Michelle Geoga Penelope was already thinking having some babies would make her feel better then she found one at the Kmart, a sleepy one with long dark lashes, tiny fist balls clen…
Memento Arbori – THE AIRGONAUT
by Nina Sudhakar Into a shallow river, the holy tributary, we poured all of our ashes. Hard of bone and soft of soul: the remnants of our ancestors. The sandbar baked in the sun until…
Pentecost – THE AIRGONAUT
by Michael Díaz Feito A frondy dog dictated to the things how to take my portrait (and Cnut, drooling sugar, videoed it): “Clip wool turf, mower. Peel then white mold, knife. Gravel t…
Fractals – THE AIRGONAUT
by Phoebe Reeves-Murray He became aware of colors swirling across the sky in front of him: purple, pink, green, yellow. He tried to touch them, but the curve of the sky bowed away lik…
Sole Survivor – THE AIRGONAUT
by Kyle Hemmings Shortly before my girlfriend died, she asked me to take care of her pet dinosaur. It was the kind that flew–a Confuciusornis. For most of the time that we had …