What follows is a conversation with Stacey Levine. I have wanted to<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-baggage-of-our-nouns-and-adjectives-nbsp-an-interview-with-stacey-levine">... more</a>
Doug Nufer is one of the foremost constraint-based writers in the United States. You could even<a class="more" href="/web_features/reciting-not-dancing-an-interview-with-doug-nufer">... more</a>
I’ll be the blonde-haired pony and you be the three-toed sloth on LSD. You be “altered.” You be “tripping<a class="more" href="/web_features/one-act-plays-about-blonde-haired-ponies">... more</a>
The chemistry started in biology class. It was first period, and Roo had just gotten her first period. She could smell<a class="more" href="/web_features/her-knuckles-little-eggs">... more</a>
In April, we ran our first ever "Hobart expert picks" for the 2011 baseball season. With the season just now over, we<a class="more" href="/web_features/hobart-picks-the-2011-season">... more</a>
Its been quite<a class="more" href="/web_features/we-all-participate-in-our-own-self-manifested-stories-nbsp-an-interview-with-david-meiklejohn-director-of-my-heart-is-an-idiot">... more</a>
You are a good-looking man. You know this because people tell you all the time, sometimes out of nowhere. You assume that people<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-second-person">... more</a>
After the divorce, my uncle Nicolai became an amateur taxidermist. His first attempts were on roadkill, then the<a class="more" href="/web_features/easter-at-uncle-nikolai-39-s">... more</a>
This is the story about how I lost my husband.
Jamie had been in the hospital getting blood work and<a class="more" href="/web_features/darwin-and-the-heart-lobotomy">... more</a>
The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.
Dark Sky is a fine new publisher whose books are strange<a class="more" href="/web_features/a-giant-swarming-storm-of-possibility-nbsp-interview-with-kevin-murphy-of-dark-sky-press">... more</a>
The epigraph to Alex Shakar’s Luminarium could be a request or a demand; “Lead me<a class="more" href="/web_features/cities-are-beautiful-creatures-nbsp-10-questions-for-alex-shakar">... more</a>
I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the<a class="more" href="/web_features/aristocrats">... more</a>
It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week<a class="more" href="/web_features/a-wild-pack-of-family-dogs">... more</a>
I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that<a class="more" href="/web_features/guinea-pig">... more</a>
People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always<a class="more" href="/web_features/at-the-benjamin-franklin">... more</a>
The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses<a class="more" href="/web_features/magnolia-39-s-tattoo">... more</a>
Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.
At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.
“I signed up for a thing online,” he<a class="more" href="/web_features/after-earthquakes">... more</a>
What Daddy
Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also<a class="more" href="/web_features/what-daddy-amp-for-the-bears">... more</a>
[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-cage-beneath-the-stairs">... more</a>
The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)
My hands, nets. My arms,<a class="more" href="/web_features/excerpt-from-the-big-book-of-forgotten-lunatics-volume-1">... more</a>
All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy<a class="more" href="/web_features/my-true-companion">... more</a>
I can be naked and drunk on the sailboat and only the cat will ever know. She's under a deck chair, pressing her eyes like everything<a class="more" href="/web_features/water-people">... more</a>
The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-plumber-who-found-treasure">... more</a>
