We are writing to share that the time has come for us to stop publishing at Dismantle Magazine. ...
The night I was sexually assaulted, I was wearing a pale blue dress. It was a satin wraparound slip, purchased ...
How will I ever get through it all? she wondered. It was just her. There were no siblings to help, ...
"Our family car treads/ Steadily northward/ As I count/ Dead animals that/Litter the highway." Three poems & an essay on ...
My girlfriend, Bella, and I saw an ad in the Baltimore Sun for a “Whirlwind Weekend” at a hotel in ...
If all went well, this final appointment of the day would be quick and routine...But the moment you have that ...
I’d seen those colorful curlicue wisps somewhere before. Maybe as far back as my childhood. Wallpaper? A notebook cover? ...
There’s a common thread that ties together the majority of my queer, tattooed friends. Most of them have at least ...
I’ve always had an ambivalent relationship with holidays and tradition. I feel alienated by American holidays like the Fourth of ...
Art transforms my world into an enormous one, even if I don’t leave my couch. ...
There are times when being in my body hurts so badly that I find myself wanting God. Well shit, I ...
In the fall of 1989, I moved away from my childhood home in Mishawaka, Indiana, to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I moved ...
In 1989, I would have been typing on a computer made by Apple. An Apple Macintosh. I just looked up ...
Heath Creel is the kind of artist who transcends categorization. The photos he takes with his point-and-shoot are pure poetry, ...
While finishing grad school, I lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, a small town hidden beneath Lookout Mountain. Inspired by the mountain’s ...