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Our big golden dog twitches in yelping contentment as he dreams at my feet his dreams of a perfect canine heaven, where chased, and chasing, he forever runs with us, while upstairs you sleep, I imagine, so the dream in you might tendril itself out of your long brown hair and suffuse the air […]
*This interview took place at the 2018 Miami Book Fair.* Bri Griffith: Yesterday, I was at the “If They Come For Us: Four Fierce and Tender Debuts” panel, and the poets [Fatimah Asghar; Marcelo Hernandez Castillo; Tiana Clark; José Olivarez] ended their reading with thoughts on slowing down, learning how to be human. What are […]
How many costumed women does it take to push a turn-of-the-century space capsule into a launcher? When no one knows what’s beyond the breathable, it’s easy to imagine how a few well-dressed men could hammer rivets to a rocket and make it fly. It looks like they’re inserting a giant tampon into a giant pea […]
Fiction “Everglades City” by Dawn Abeita “Worship” by Cedric Synnestvedt Non-Fiction “Spinstering” by Catherine Johnson Poetry “After Watching A Trip to the Moon” by Kathryn Smith “Cabeza De Vaca Weathers the Gulf” by Lesley Clinton “Girl Western” by Anna Tomlinson “I Have Never Been A Horse” by Ja’net Danielo “Linen Anniversary” by Dante Di Stefano “Office Politics” […]
Clayton, Idaho I scale up the wolf-bones of the hill where no one’s been, look out toward mine road, pick-ups, blue river. (I’m only saying what I see. Trying to be better.) I take my body through paces, then do it all backward. Go to town, shake down the man-poet for coins […]
Centennial is the perfect name for the mountains— a silver word, like the silver radar dome on the peak, little sentinel. The vintage Books of Mormon on the cabin’s shelf have seen no white winters, shuttered in the dark as they are— only heard the snow settle on the roof, the soft crush of footfalls […]
Guidelines: Gulf Stream accepts submissions of fiction (flash and short stories), non-fiction, poetry, artwork and graphic narratives. Visit our Submittable page for specific guidelines and format. Submissions must be previously unpublished. You may submit work in multiple genres, but use separate submissions for each genre and limit your submissions to one per genre. Please do […]
Online #15 Fiction “Figure Eights” by Jennifer Stern “People in Hell Just Want to Spin the Big Wheel” by Mike Salisbury “The Putin Resurrections” by Ree Davis Non-fiction “The Hackamore” by Vanya Erickson “Crimping the Edge” by Arielle Silver “A Sparrow in the Wind” by Christine Holmstrom Poetry “The Same Thing” by John Sibley Williams […]
Gulf Stream’s Editor-in-Chief, Miguel Pichardo, sat down to talk craft, conspiracy, and staying versatile with Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor, creators of the delightfully strange and insanely popular Welcome to Night Vale podcast. Set in the surreal desert town of Night Vale, the podcast is a local radio show where a silky-voiced host keeps listeners […]
Upstairs, past midnight, when the pager quiets and the hallway lights are dimmed and the nurses’ stations take on the hush of night, Yael—my Yael—comes to visit. She’s in her scrubs, and tiny biceps protrude from her short sleeves. We’re up on the top floor of the hospital where the couches are arranged in pods […]
Dad was infamous for the “jobs” he created for us on weekends, vacations, or any time there was a spare moment, especially if he heard giggling. Back then I thought nothing of these tasks: sharpening knives and tool blades with a massive kick-wheel whetstone; watering an acre of five-gallon saplings with a weak hose in […]
Wolves flank the scattered few who can’t keep up with migration while the rest continue westward as if nothing had been taken from them. Then there are horses refusing to save themselves from stable fire. By the river, a family divvies up ashes. At home, a family forgets where it put them. […]
Up and at ‘em like the morning wood, septuagenarian pig fuck. Make cocksure you’ve fastened oxygen mask to crotch. Digital age air aims bazookas at bravado. Wouldn’t want your slimy bullfrogs rotting off. Feed me another McProverb, Top Dog, artisanal chicken nugget baked in gold glitter. I need reassurance my next blackout will fuck me […]
I needed a home so I came to the city near the Gulf, to the clean little apartment with the pullout bed— for the first days it rained hard and I felt uneasy, my brain triggered the neurological pathways most familiar: endings, grief, and sorrow. At night I strolled the beach, impressed that I could […]
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