by Rebecca Raney | Jul 23, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Autopsy of Memory Ode to the wrinkle forming just slightly left of the center between my eyebrows. I’ve turned 28 and my skin has started to shrink, to pull, and my expressions now stay half a second longer, locked in time. Sometimes I try to pull the line out with a...
by Kyle Fitzpatrick | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
The Quick Brown FoxJumps over the Lazy Dog “It wasn’t easy closing No Name, but all good things come to an end,” the designer says. “And I have to thank my father. Without an accountant in my life, running a business in New York would have been a mess. That’s how I...
by Publab Alumni | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
Hot Takes on #obamaportraits SpecialTeams3: zomg did u see how they made Michelle white? Bestieslog: Hated it SWMjersey: i hate these paintings GWMparamus: she’s like, grey… I mean when tf was she ever that? @queer4ula: ikr, the woman is caramel, why they doing her...
by Alec Weinstein | Jun 25, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2018
Looking Back in Anger:A Belated Review of Wedding Crashers This past summer I found myself stoned on a couch in the home of a person I did not know, watching a rerun of the 2005 film Wedding Crashers. Due to the nature of the weed, I was seeing things through a prism,...
by Brendan Riley | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Long Island Rescue My mother was sick, “sick unto death,” as Poe wrote. With my beleaguered father unable to work as an accountant and look after me and my six siblings, my mother asked her older sister Roxanne, a more patient and practical soul, to raise me until...
by Kristen Simental | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Unpatriotic Nina Salas was six years old when she was branded unpatriotic by school officials. The frazzled principal Mr. Kirk, her matronly first-grade teacher Mrs. Clayton, and the grouchy secretary at the front desk all agreed: Nina was unpatriotic. Every morning,...
