Welcome to
Issue One
of No Contact
Asylum, MI
by Liza Stewart
The loons do everything together. They arrive early to hunt, trawl the waters with their auburn tufted heads below the surface.
The First Floor
by Adin Dobkin
At three or four in the afternoon, I don’t know why three or four, I no longer want to sit in the chair. I’m offended by its staticity.
My Bike and I Had a Fight and My Bike Won
by Sophia Frank
I moved to New York from California because it was a place where a terrible driver with a tendency to daydream, like myself, could get far with her own two feet and a Metro card.
Daylight Haunting
by Gauraa Shekhar
We’ve been hooked on Diet Dr. Pepper forever, but they never have any in stock, so we’ve steadily downgraded from Diet Dr. Pepper to Diet Coke, from Diet Coke to Coke Zero, then Coke Zero to Diet Pepsi.
The Too-Late Column
by Elliot Alpern
The man who only sleeps in daylight, your host, Elliot Alpern!