Sarah Salway

Separate Beds

They slept in sin­gle beds. My sis­ter and I would sneak upstairs to lie on them when Granny was in the kitchen. We’d divide by gen­der. Laura would take Granny’s and I would take Granddad’s.

Tiff Holland

A Pool in February

From this angle it appears absolute­ly dead,” said Levon. He was look­ing at the legs, the cow stiff in the pool as if it were doing the dead man’s float. He walked around the body slow­ly. Steam still rose from it. It hadn’t been dead long.

I –more

Bonnie ZoBell

The Pep

Saul’s tra­di­tion in the 80s, going to the new Peppermint Lounge on 45th, turned rit­u­al once he met the wait­ress with the spark­ly cleav­age, her oral cav­i­ty the most las­civ­i­ous thing he’d ever made it with, which he did every chance he got on those –more

Call for Submissions

Our next issue is sched­uled for July 2011.  This will be a spe­cial issue of fic­tion and non­fic­tion pieces 1000 words or less, edit­ed by fic­tion writer and essay­ist Jane Armstrong, James Whorton, Jr., Frederick Barthelme & friends. Submissions –more

Frances Lefkowitz

Buckling, Gasping, and Dead

The trick to falling is to do it in the up direc­tion, betray­ing grav­i­ty but fol­low­ing the wind. Try it six times, in a hur­ry, as if you were pour­ing cof­fee from the unsta­ble top step of a lad­der, the musky smell of clove and skunk ris­ing back toward –more

Chloe Poizat Feature

We are delight­ed to present a devel­op­ing fea­ture show­ing the work of French artist and illus­tra­tor Chloe Poizat. We’re begin­ning with just a few images, but hope to have more in the near future.  Click on the FEATURES link above or go direct­ly to –more

An Important Note from Meg Pokrass

I can’t sleep because it is not nec­es­sary, a bath won’t help, I have a bath but it is not one I will use and last week he did not have any prob­lems and also the sound of the ocean pleas­es me; can’t sleep because under is a sub-con­ti­nent, a cap­tain –more

Kelly Renick

I just wish you didn’t feel the need

You are most­ly silent but when you do speak you take that tone with me.

My bones break eas­i­ly. You see me as frag­ile, watch where I walk, wrap my ankles in cot­ton when it rains. The doc­tor pulls my bones apart, bends my wrist back, push­es in a way –more


iPad users might see BLIP in the Onswipe mag­a­zine theme, spe­cial­ly set for tablets. We’re just try­ing it out at the moment so it gets turned on and off.

Matt Salesses

Opposite of Succubus?

The Asian girl was a graph­ic design­er. I stole her ideas when I could. She said she gave them to me. She had a thing about gifts. You couldn’t take any­thing from her. That was what frus­trat­ed me the most; she made every­thing I stole seem like a favor. –more