Poem: Jeff Burt

Before the Wind Comes Up Tossed and turned by a short sleepless night in July-high heat I rose with the crow before the sun struck the stars from the sky and walked the four miles to work down a road where a hawk and I were the only motion and stopped on a bridge to … Continue reading


Our year in review!

We know it has been pretty quiet here at Extract(s) as of late (there was illness and a major move), but we are planning even MORE great things in 2015. Thank you so much for all of your support. We really couldn’t do this without you. While you ring in the new year, take a … Continue reading


Story: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri

Douchebag David Mr. Drew hates teaching writing workshop tonight, because he has to deal with Douchebag David, or so he calls himself. The mustachioed man who shouts out Big Lebowski lines, and talks about dead mothers and Russia. He wonders, though, whether David’s stories are autobiographical, even though he shouldn’t. It’s a writer’s cardinal sin, … Continue reading


Poem: Allyson Whipple

On Mustang Island Nothing is cool, not even the water. Fish roll through waves. No point complaining about weather. You get tossed in any condition. Waves thrash a smitten man. And me. Ocean salt mingles with mine. Sand grinds skin he wishes he could touch. I don’t fall in love on beaches. Allyson Whipple makes … Continue reading


Story: Matthew Vasiliauskas

Abattoir They found his body yesterday, or was it today, they couldn’t really remember. He had been at the abattoir longer than any of them, and suddenly dropped dead while carrying a headless hog. There was something about the way he maneuvered torsos that seemed almost like an art to them. It was all balletic, … Continue reading


Poem: Anthony DiMatteo

The River, The Sky Paul Klee said he would work so as not to cry. But where do tears go if not to the same root? Compressing the sky into a single bolt is hard work even for the sky, much less the artist rubbing a bow on the edge of a sheet of tin … Continue reading


Story: Michael James

Side Effects The sound of the dishwasher follows her into the room. “The doctor called this morning.”   “Yes or no?”   “Come into the bedroom. There’s no light here. It’s depressing.”  “Sure. Gimme a minute?”   Her nod is a statement. She leaves the room. This will be a serious conversation. And he knows how … Continue reading


Poem: Sarah Suzor & Travis Cebula

The Table We’ll walk out. Yes. Morning, our fate will bear down on us like forever, like until, like never, like every minute before or since piled onto our chests. Until never turns into now. Until always slowly blurs into when. But. Until then, we’ll share what we can. After the fox, after even the … Continue reading


Double Dose Poem: Simon Perchik

It’s a risk, these clouds gathered in the open, grow huge take on the shape they need though once inside this jar escape is impossible –you collect a cloud whose mist no one studies anymore, comes from a time rain was not yet the rain pressing against your forehead and your mouth too has aged … Continue reading


Poem: Simon Perchik

You come here to bathe –the dirt warm though the ocean underneath is breaking apart on the rocks – you almost drown, crushed by the immense light covered over grave after grave and all these stones adrift beneath your hands and one day more lower and lower, washed with the drop by drop oozing out … Continue reading


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