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Hiya friends! As the holidays are *RAPIDLY* approaching, we highly encourage you to check out the most enchanting and sp...
11/28/2018
hi! raising $ for a very boywitch top surgery by SUPERCOMMUNITY

Hiya friends! As the holidays are *RAPIDLY* approaching, we highly encourage you to check out the most enchanting and spirit-boosting Etsy shop of all time—not only is it filled with beautiful artwork and creative services of an awesome community, but because the proceeds go on to help the oh-so-perfect boywitch and Potluck poet fave Rye Ellis Katz raise money for their top surgery!

In terms of mathematical statistics, we believe this is what is called a WIN-WIN-WIN-WIN-WIN.

Sending love to y'all

You searched for: SUPERCOMMUNITY! Discover the unique items that SUPERCOMMUNITY creates. At Etsy, we pride ourselves on our global community of sellers. Each Etsy seller helps contribute to a global marketplace of creative goods. By supporting SUPERCOMMUNITY, you’re supporting a small business, an...

09/11/2018
A.O. Ge**er

Potluck Mag alum A.O. Ge**er is going to be performing this Friday at M I D D L E Y A R D —[ it's happening again! ]— along with her killer band, including Alex Onate! This dreamy singer songwriter has a voice that'll melt your heart. Wow, they are just so damn talented that we don't know what to say.

Dang that was one heck of a special night fam ✨💕Thanks for coming out, staying late and making me smile a whole bunch. One show left this weekend, singing backup and plucking strings for the pink bo**er to my right @green_gerry tonight at @thesemitropic at 11pm. Come let us sing you to sleep 💫✨🌙

We have some news...
08/13/2018
A Letter from the Editors: Potluck's Next Course

We have some news...

Since we first formed Potluck Mag in 2014, our mission has been to project the valued voices that we've heard every day to a broader audience—hence our name: potluck; a gathering where everyone is encouraged to bring something to the table. We were, and still are, in awe of the response we've rece

We very humbly admit that we are in awe of Rebecka Skogh's illustrations this week, and are not smart enough to articula...
04/09/2018
Illustrations by Rebecka Skogh

We very humbly admit that we are in awe of Rebecka Skogh's illustrations this week, and are not smart enough to articulate our love for them.

We love this story as much as we love Sour Patch Kids (#NOTSPONSORED). Geoffrey Line is on POTLUCK this week!"When the m...
03/27/2018
The Boy in the Vending Machine

We love this story as much as we love Sour Patch Kids (#NOTSPONSORED). Geoffrey Line is on POTLUCK this week!

"When the men and women came by he had found his way inside. Found his way inside and to his feet but with no other room, he stood, not facing the snacks, but with his palms spread open on the glass. Don’t ask how. He was turned to everyone at the train station, unable to bend, twist, or even grab at the candies behind him."

He was tanned, dark-haired and hungry, the boy who got stuck in the vending machine. He had an adorable little smile that warmed you like the wittiest kind of greeting cards. Judging by the events that transpired in the train station that day, he was starving and under no adult supervision. If he wa

We have five poems by Natalie Stamatopoulos this week! Here's an excerpt from "A RECENT LIST OF THINGS TO REMEMBER, AND ...
03/12/2018
Five Poems by Natalie Stamatopoulos

We have five poems by Natalie Stamatopoulos this week! Here's an excerpt from "A RECENT LIST OF THINGS TO REMEMBER, AND THEN TO FORGET"

"1.
TO CREATE A WILDFIRE FROM BRUSH AND PAINT
YOU MUST FIRST REMEMBER SOME INVOLUNTARY
LOVE THAT HAS BROUGHT YOU, AT ONE TIME, TO
YOUR KNEES. REFER TO THE BRUISES THAT ARE
STILL THERE AND BE SURE TO KISS YOUR CANVAS
FIRST. THERE IS NOTHING MORE ROMANTIC THAN
A BLANK CANVAS."

A RECENT LIST OF THINGS TO REMEMBER, AND THEN TO FORGET 1. TO CREATE A WILDFIRE FROM BRUSH AND PAINT YOU MUST FIRST REMEMBER SOME INVOLUNTARY LOVE THAT HAS BROUGHT YOU, AT ONE TIME, TO YOUR KNEES. REFER TO THE BRUISES THAT ARE STILL THERE AND BE SURE TO KISS YOUR CANVAS FIRST. THERE IS NOTH

"Pearl sits back in her chair and crosses her arms across her chest, which strains against her too-small blouse in a way...
03/05/2018
Upstate

"Pearl sits back in her chair and crosses her arms across her chest, which strains against her too-small blouse in a way she clearly thinks is sexy but to my eye looks more like desperate."

The March edition of Potluck starts off with the return of Charlotte Freccia, and her wonderful flash fiction, "Upstate."

“The bitch is back,” Esther says, and slams a chipped-China mug on the hardwood dining-hall table, sending her coffee sailing. “Excuse me?” I say, a spoonful of granola-and-milk halfway to my mouth. “You may have to clarify which bitch you’re referring to,” Pearl snorts, dabbing at the...

'He was older, wiser, kissing you with some knowledge, leaning into your round-moon body, ready for that first time that...
02/24/2018
Poems by Sarah Audsley

'He was older, wiser, kissing you with some knowledge, leaning into your round-moon body, ready for that first time that can only ever happen once.'

Sarah Audsley's last piece with one is a very, very special one. Check it out, along with the rest of Sarah's beauteous tenure at Potluck Mag!

Pear When you whisper pear- shaped into her ear what do you mean? Spliced open on the cutting board, halved then quartered, with flies buzzing in & around scenting sweetness, good juice, round orb reduced to severed parts, you toss out the core straight into the trash. Secti

When my mother returns, she’s a white moon tipped over, brimming with milk for a body that’s not there.Sarah Audsley is ...
02/21/2018
Poems by Sarah Audsley

When my
mother returns, she’s a white moon tipped
over, brimming with milk for a body that’s
not there.

Sarah Audsley is with us all week, bringing along her beautiful words. Today, it's 'When My Mother Returns as “X”'.

Pear When you whisper pear- shaped into her ear what do you mean? Spliced open on the cutting board, halved then quartered, with flies buzzing in & around scenting sweetness, good juice, round orb reduced to severed parts, you toss out the core straight into the trash. Secti

A river flows into rows/trenches of water, feeding the tangled/roots of pear trees being plucked/in the far field.It is ...
02/19/2018
Poems by Sarah Audsley

A river flows into rows/
trenches of water, feeding the tangled/
roots of pear trees being plucked/
in the far field.

It is our great pleasure today to publish the first of three utterly lovely poems by Sarah Audsley. Please, this President's day, enjoy:

Pear When you whisper pear- shaped into her ear what do you mean? Spliced open on the cutting board, halved then quartered, with flies buzzing in & around scenting sweetness, good juice, round orb reduced to severed parts, you toss out the core straight into the trash. Secti

Here is our Valentine to you! Five beautiful poems by Amanda Stovicek!
02/15/2018
Five Poems by Amanda Stovicek

Here is our Valentine to you! Five beautiful poems by Amanda Stovicek!

Amanda Stovicek is a poet from Northeast Ohio made of star stuff. Her work has appeared in The Bookends Review, 45th Parallel, Ghost City Review, and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter @amae099.

"While the world slept, Sadie sat in the lonely living room armchair, knees pulled up to her chest, arms hanging over ea...
02/05/2018
When Tomorrow Comes

"While the world slept, Sadie sat in the lonely living room armchair, knees pulled up to her chest, arms hanging over each side. She let the bloody hammer slip from her fingers and fall to the floor—the noise was a stranger to the night’s peacefulness. Sadie sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. It was all finally over."

We're starting off February strong, with this week's premiere of "When Tomorrow Comes," a flash fiction piece by Potluck newcomer Nikole E. Darnell.

The last house in the neighborhood had turned off its lights hours ago. The neighborhood parents had tucked the young ones into bed, and the children dreamed and rested up for another day of learning and life. The world was quiet—the sort of silence that surrounds and consumes. The crickets that h...

It's February! We're open for SUBMISSIONSSSSSSS!And don't do that thing that we do where you think like, "oh great, I wi...
02/01/2018
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It's February! We're open for SUBMISSIONSSSSSSS!

And don't do that thing that we do where you think like, "oh great, I will definitely do that tomorrow after work!" but then work is really tiring so you think "no prob, I will do it this weekend!" but then you take too many naps over the weekend, but you think, "all good! I have the rest of the month!" and then that keeps happening and then YOU RUN OUT OF TIME AND WE HAVE TO TURN YOUR SUBMISSION AWAY.

April may be the cruelest month, but February is the shortest!!

The brilliant Brittany Bronson is on Potluck Mag today, bringing along an old spool, an empty lot, and a blonde mustache...
01/16/2018
Crafting

The brilliant Brittany Bronson is on Potluck Mag today, bringing along an old spool, an empty lot, and a blonde mustache. Check this ~imagery~ out:

"Jenny held the cage from the top hook so it swirled, suspended, in between us. Would soft light ever fill up the empty space and erase an association with birds? They were the original mavens of crafting, who transcended their evolutionary rivals by bracing rocks between their beaks and hammering into eggs nature forbid them to break until the concealed milk hatched forth."

Jenny took me searching through the empty lot behind her old house. The property, divorced from her previous cul-de-sac by a stucco wall, was the only undeveloped land remaining in the complex. It had stood desolate for years, a neglected, suburban salt flat, until one morning the neighborhood woke

Dairy Queen breakfast and already the multitoolsare in a massive halftime hole. There, —in the drive-thru under the soft...
01/12/2018
4 from Acrostic Aspic by Joe Milazzo

Dairy Queen breakfast and already the multitools
are in a massive halftime hole. There, —
in the drive-thru under the soft-core stagnation
of catalpa tree beans, three SUVs wait
before she can trade on her novel
nativity for an extra hunk of Texas
toast. One Durango red, one
Escape white, one H2 blue.
Instead of “Have a blessed day,” the busted
Frialator voice on the other end of the box
tells her “We could use your 5s.” Her yuppie
food coupon (yep, while she's at, she’ll be bringing
that back too) is traversed with creases only
an automatic teller wouldn’t
recognize for the crossroads they are.

— "Anne Druyer" by Joseph Milazzo, this week's featured poet.

Check out the rest of this poem and three others in this gorgeous series, "4 from Acrostic Aspic"

http://potluckmag.com/2018/2018/1/8/i4-from-acrostic-aspici

Debralee Scott At the pinnacle where the ladder springs most narrow or most yellow, in my lily-bedded attending which is also my affording, there’s this capital-S special dumpster. It’s kitted out with the masonry of mustaches and caged light like malice, stripes of all those silverskin patches ...

It's the second week of the new year so if you've already given up on reading Potluck 2018, we feel sorry for you. Coedi...
01/09/2018
4 from Acrostic Aspic by Joe Milazzo

It's the second week of the new year so if you've already given up on reading Potluck 2018, we feel sorry for you. Coeditor Leah Clancy has selected these four stunning poems by Joseph Milazzo, so you can't fall off the wagon just yet.

Debralee Scott At the pinnacle where the ladder springs most narrow or most yellow, in my lily-bedded attending which is also my affording, there’s this capital-S special dumpster. It’s kitted out with the masonry of mustaches and caged light like malice, stripes of all those silverskin patches ...

If you haven't heard:We're baaaaaaaaack.
01/05/2018
Potluck Mag

If you haven't heard:

We're baaaaaaaaack.

We know it's been a while, but it's all for good reason: Potluck is back in 2018 with a new look, new model, and new vision. Call us Potluck 2.0, or Potluck-ier. Or don't.

Maybe just keep calling us Potluck(?).

Each week, the site will feature one story or feature selected by the editor, featuring works of fiction, nonfiction, prose, poetry, and various media. We'll be publishing less content, but more work that we're passionate about showing to our readers, from authors and artists all over the world. And we hope you enjoy it!

That said, we're starting off the New Year strong with "Suedehead," a story by Jared Marcel Pollen.

Welcome to the new Potluck, y'all.

We know it's been a while, but it's all for good reason: Potluck is back in 2018 with a new look, new model, and new vis...
01/02/2018
Suedehead

We know it's been a while, but it's all for good reason: Potluck is back in 2018 with a new look, new model, and new vision. Call us Potluck 2.0, or Potluck-ier. Or don't.

Maybe just keep calling us Potluck(?).

Each week, the site will feature one story or feature selected by the editor, featuring works of fiction, nonfiction, prose, poetry, and various media. We'll be publishing less content, but more work that we're passionate about showing to our readers, from authors and artists all over the world. And we hope you enjoy it!

That said, we're starting off the New Year strong with "Suedehead," a story by Jared Marcel Pollen.

Welcome to the new Potluck, y'all.

Virgil has me thinking about human energy. The idea comes with its own set of popular depictions and textbook iconography. At times, it seems simple enough to describe the achievements of civilization using only things (the hanging gardens, walls of Troy, lighthouse of Alexandria, a wrecked Carthage

11/29/2017

brb we are still reinventing ourselves!! xo

09/15/2017
The Theorist

Bo Fisher is back on Potluck with a tale about the horrors, and dramatics, of bringing your parents out to eat at a more "traditional" restaurant. Let's welcome him to the table!

Compromise made Stacie angry. Her mother had texted her early that morning suggesting that they have lunch somewhere a bit more “traditional.” Apparently the last time the three of them–Stacie and her parents–met for lunch, her father was so lost in the Filipino menu that he was

We are back from celebrating the fruits of our labor!We're starting off the week fresh with Stewart Wayne Fanning, whose...
09/12/2017
Illustrations

We are back from celebrating the fruits of our labor!

We're starting off the week fresh with Stewart Wayne Fanning, whose illustrations belong somewhere in the world between "Rick and Morty" and "Captain Underpants."

Enjoy!

A King's Revenge Beer Clurb I Heart Craft Beer Pinsville Pleb for President The Crystals Commeth Twstah *** Stewart Wayne Fanning is a graphic designer and illustrator. He is currently living in Sarnia, Ontario, and received a BFA from N.S.C.A.D University in Halifax, N.S. His work can b

08/28/2017
DAY ONE: Featured work by Bud Smith

This week, we have a long-overdue feature of Bud Smith's excellent work. Up first, a poem entitled "Rabid."

"I got bitten by you and I don’t care, I didn't see a doctor
we went and got hamburgers; we saw a dying man
sing on a stage to a bunch of dying people
but I was alive and so I bit you back"

RABID I know a rabid animal that is in love with me it’s simple how to love back, just be rabid too sometimes we discover a table on the street and sip as the sun pinballs down the buildings we could still be there in a hundred years and the table may still be wobbly, the air conditioner st

08/11/2017
Waterslides in Auxiliary Hospital Washroom

'Nobody home. No home should be without a body and nobody without a home. Our bodies and homes are the same sort of thing. Temporary, we’re always moving on. When the second little pig moved out he bought a bundle of sticks and built a house.'

Daniel Thompson brings beautiful words to Potluck today.

I’m on the topside of the slide. In the throat, at the threshold of revelation, making an inventory of everything I see. Mineral deposits in the sink, loud graffiti on the walls. Urinal cakes emit the chemical scent of agent-orange flowers. There’s one fogged up window, a small toilet stall

08/08/2017
A Life in Fruit

"This piece is full of life in its juices and will keep questions to a minimum. A fruit to bring home and have ripen over the next few days. To leave out for potential mates and I to savor in its picturesque."

Trista Hurley-Waxali is here on Potluck today, bringing bountiful and beautiful words.

Part 1 Even as I knew this plant’s growth would take over my land, I couldn’t afford another year lost. Would dad prefer a land that is bare to one that is bearing fruit? Something that’s profitable and somewhat sustainable. A fruit that doesn’t require much gas to run the machines since th

HEY HI HELLO HAPPY TUESDAY!This week we have some really great Facebook poems by all-around champion Bill Lessard!Bill w...
08/01/2017

HEY HI HELLO HAPPY TUESDAY!

This week we have some really great Facebook poems by all-around champion Bill Lessard!

Bill will be reading some of his work along with Caroline Hayes, Jordan Hoxsie [jordan hoxie], Malice Notley [an. cinquepalmi], Amanda Choo Quan, and more TOMORROW, Wednesday, August 2 at 7pm at The Pop-Hop in Highland Park.

Check our fb event for more deets. See you then!

http://potluckmag.com/2017/?author=597ec991bf629a0693945f7a

07/28/2017
Felicita

Back this morning with a little fic to get your Friday going. Give it a warm welcome to Potluck first-timer, Quinn Hull, and his great "Felicita."

No street lamps line the streets of the town. None stands before the grocery store, or the welfare office, or any other before the Peachtree bar and poolhall. Every turning moment comes back to this one, passing more quickly than the previous. Even on those nights that never seem to end whe

This week, we have four poems from Taneum Bambrick on the site this week. Days One and Two are up now. By the time you s...
07/19/2017
Poems by Taneum Bambrick

This week, we have four poems from Taneum Bambrick on the site this week. Days One and Two are up now. By the time you see this, maybe Three will be up too. There's really no way of knowing until you click on the link. Live a little.

Original content, not hashtag fodder.

07/13/2017
Three Poems

"i’m tired of feeling broken by language
when it is the only safe place i’ve ever known"

New poems from Allison Gallagher are up now! Check 'em out

i. vague body imagining myself as a sketch of a person messy strokes around a vague outline the details fill out when you kiss the space between my neck and collarbone, they fade when the woman at the grocery store asks if “that will be all today, sir” i’m tired of feeling broken by lan

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