Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Fiction

Leo’s Sin

There are three types of people in the world: (1) knowers (2) not-knowers and (3) knowers who can't stand the not-knowing. Lucy was the...

Andy

I was lying on a blanket listening to Casey Kasem’s countdown on a portable radio the day Andy rolled up in that blue Astro...

Country Music

The garage smelled—mold and a dead mouse, I think. And Geoffrey. He was still going, over by the yellow light bulb, his corduroys sagging...

Keeping Things Alive is Too Much Work

Congratulations to Joyland contributor Dina Del Bucchia, whose first collection of fiction Don’t Tell Me What to Do is out now with Arsenal Pulp Press. In...

Triangle

To: undisclosed recipients From: Tricia Belter, M.A. Re: Triangle Date: April 12, 2016 One day, the artist Sanja Iveković performed a radical act of love. That is, she...

Before Security

“Don’t come in here,” Wynn hollered from behind the stall door of the men’s bathroom at San Francisco International Airport. As he kneeled on...

Inverted

Used to be I woke covered in blood. Chunks of strange men in my bed. I was an animal then. The darkness rode me...

Partnered

Are you Sappho, I ask the lesbian poet splayed in my sheets. Poetess, she corrects me, I’m still young. At ten, she rolls to...

Music & Autopsy

Translated from the Portuguese by Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren Music Thursday rushed. Thursday traffic, bus, metro, Thursday watches where time moves faster: brief minutes. Contracted hours. Withered happiness...

Waterlines

The block is quaint, polished, save the lake rats. Daphne and deergrass dot the walk and the yardcat’s front legs are short. She does...