Parker Gregory Shpak I’m going to say something heretical to our collective faith as literary-folk. Here goes… Reading is boring. Whew! Okay, great, I’m still here. There’s no angry horde at my door. The walls of my home are still standing and I still have my health. Still,…
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Why Social Media Poetry Isn’t the End of the World Or, Why Christopher Poindexter is More Successful Than You
Amanda McCarthy unsplash-logoJohannes Roth Poetry looks like leather-bound journals, sounds like typewriter keys, and tastes like lukewarm Malbec. Poetry is something you do in your hybrid study-library with your prized, purebred poodle Pascal at your feet. Sometimes, writers are inherently nostalgic creatures, wanting to crawl back into previous centuries to…
10 Reasons to Start Your Own Bookstagram
Rachel Conte I never found much satisfaction in scrolling through Instagram pictures of the same people fishing for likes by using cleavage and HD quality as bait, until one day I discovered the secret wardrobe of Instagram hidden from the mainstream drag; an endless bookiverse of readers just like myself…
What Book to Read Next Based on How You Decorated your College Dorm Room
Rebecca Hill Whether you’ve found yourself searching recently for the next book on your reading list or for your memories of certain nights in college, you may be surprised to learn that there’s no reason these two experiences can’t be combined—or at least, why not use what you do remember…
Constance By Jeremiah Dennehy (2017)
The Jennie Hackman Memorial Prize for Fiction, Third Place (2017) I don’t take the school bus, I don’t drive, and because mom doesn’t get home from work until four most of the time, I don’t ask her for a ride. But if I take the 509 toward Whitney Avenue at…
Erythrophobia By Jameson Croteau (2017)
From out in the outfield dirt, the crack of the bat was the only indicator a ball was rising up before dive bombing, back through the crepuscular sky. Jimmy turned and chased the echo of the sound. Go foul… Go foul… The ball, draped in a cloak of clouds, seemed…
Crumbling Walls By Kristina Reardon (2017)
Long River Graduate Writing Award, Winner (2017) “Petra, she say there be bones,” my grandmother told me, pointing beyond me to the old castle on top of the hill. The frame of the old, Slavic structure was about as beautiful as a decaying tooth with jagged corners. A revolting brownness…
Angus By Sten Spinella (2017)
The Jennie Hackman Memorial Prize for Fiction, Second Place (2017) The girl I was seeing had this dog, a real fluffy fucker, whose name was Angus. It was her boyfriend’s dog. She was taking care of Angus because his owner was studying abroad in New Zealand for the semester. I…
Cracking a Cold One with the Books By: Parker Gregory Shpak
Two of my most frequented hobbies are reading books and drinking beer. My favorite hobby, however, is reading books while drinking beer. Herein lies a primer for those of you who have perhaps dabbled in these pastimes, but have not yet mastered them in combination. Beer has as rich a…
Where I Am Going And Where I Have Been By: Maggie Parker
I live in extremes. People laugh when I say that, they smile at me as if they know what I mean. “You go from zero to 60. But you got that from me.” My mother has said to me. But she’s wrong, I’m not like her. My intensity is drug…
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