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December 31, 2013 | Interview

Advice for Writers

Here we collect a bunch of answers from the interviews we ran in 2013 that we think might serve you as inspiration and writerly advice for the work you hope to do in 2014. Please enjoy, and good

December 30, 2013 | Poetry

What it means to spend your formative years in the Fraser Valley

Kristin Kowalko

AJ

he was special

and gigantic

i imagine his hands sometimes when i’m feeling bored

and want to think about middle school

they were fucking huge and could probably seriously

December 28, 2013 | Fiction

UFC 168 Will Bring Our Family Together

Thad Kenner

Mom. Dad. Where have you been? Everyone else is already here. You missed the first prelim bout. I'll catch you up: Siyar Bahadurzada won by tap out in the second due to rear-naked choke. What? No,

December 27, 2013 |

Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Gremlins

Matt Sailor

Kingston Falls, USA is the most beautiful matte painting on earth. An idyllic little town with buildings clustered together for warmth on the snow-covered streets, brush-stroke lampposts casting a

December 26, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Craig Buchner

Those birds swept down with great urgency, talons punching the water, tearing into fish flesh, sometimes with a force that cut the salmon in two.

December 25, 2013 | Fiction

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Ryan Bradford

Sometime during the last two hours, Clark Griswold has stopped feeling cold.

He claws at the frozen ground, vaguely aware of the intensifying blizzard. Snow replaces the dirt he shovels between

December 24, 2013 | Fiction

Santa Claus Goes Hunting in the Off-Season

Eric Barnes

Across the street, I see a large, jolly-looking man with a white beard and white hair leaving the house of our friends, David and Shelby. The man is wearing camouflage – the jacket, hat and hip waders of a duck hunter.

December 23, 2013 | Nonfiction

What We Keep in the Locker -- the Internal Dialogue of an Alaskan Fisherman

Jacob Perkins

I am at the back of the ConEx with a broom in my hand, smoking a cigarette. Every year it is the same. The light filters in through the opposite end where a padlock hangs from a steel latch on the

December 19, 2013 | Fiction

The Pool

David Englander

At nearly two in the morning, in the room across the hall from where his wife slept, Geoff Devine was awake, gazing down at the above ground pool in the backyard. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew that within the giant wooden drum, the murky water reflected the light of the moon. 

December 18, 2013 | Nonfiction

Not Another ‘Top Ten’ List: 3 Questions for 3 Authors: Tao Lin, Michael Clune & Scott McClanahan  

Elizabeth Ellen

To be honest, there were other books that had as great an impact on me, but I don’t have access to those authors (Bret Easton Ellis – Lunar Park, Elizabeth Wurtzel – More, Now, Again, W. Somerset Maugham – Of Human Bondage)..

December 18, 2013 | Fiction

7-Eleven

Anthony Varallo

When I was fourteen my mother moved into an apartment across town with my principal, Mr. Lorenzo, who was rumored to keep a pistol strapped beneath his dress slacks. My younger sister, Caroline,

December 16, 2013 | Fiction

Free Advice and Fortunes Told

Bonnie Nadzam

In jest you call for your horse, but there is no horse. It’s a bright lettuce-green morning, birds piping overhead. You are on foot, and follow the derelict tracks out of town past the Shell Station.  You step off the road and onto a furry plain of high golden weeds and yellow dross. This is strange. 

December 13, 2013 | Fiction

St. Rudolph

Kevin Maloney

It only glows if I believe in God. Of course, the Fat Man doesn’t know that. Once an hour he comes into the barn waving his short black club, threatening to cut off my carrot supply. I sulk into

December 12, 2013 | Fiction

The Pincher

Ryan Ries

Lyle worked the night shift in a millwork factory, manning a machine nicknamed the Pincher.  Everyone hated the Pincher.  On the day shift they kept going through operators.  Before Lyle, the longest anyone else had lasted on the Pincher was two years.  At least that was how the story went.  Lyle hated the Pincher too, but he’d learned to live with it.  He’d been there nine years and would be there another nine if they let him.  By then he’d have enough saved up for a nice house, one with stairs and a workbench and actual carpeting. 

 
December 11, 2013 | Poetry

Dear Herculine

Aaron Apps

I don’t mean to fetishize your death, I mean to say we are both corpses in a way. I mean to say that we always already were animals dying into the soil, inhuman.

December 10, 2013 | Fiction

100K and Device

Cecilia Stelzer

100k

He said that he got a letter from a used car dealership that said that he either won 100k or a grill. He said he knew it was bullshit and he would come over, but he had to leave in the

December 9, 2013 | Interview

You Step Outside The Loud, Bright Party: An Interview with Delaney Nolan

Gene Kwak

Delaney Nolan is the newest kid on the block. The one everyone whispers about, envies. Finding her story, “My Man,” in Wigleaf was an I-know-the-words-by-heart-before-you-all-recognize-the-name,

December 6, 2013 | Poetry

Wednesday and Bear Hunt

Sarah Gerkensmeyer

Wednesday

Once upon a time it was Wednesday, and when the husband and wife awoke, all 
of the windows in their house had been replaced with beautiful panes of stained 
glass. The dining

December 5, 2013 | Fiction

Two Queens Walk Out of a Bar

Jacob Guajardo

Two queens walk out of a bar and light a cigarette, me and Lucy Littlefist. Lucy says this. She says, “In a relationship,” she traces quotation marks in the air around the word, “one of you always loves the other more.” And she’s right. She secures her wig with another bobby pin, pulls at her sequined dress. 

December 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Touch

Allegra Hyde

“Everything I touch,” he said, twirling his fork in a plate of linguini, “turns to mold.” 

December 3, 2013 | Poetry

Hoop Dreams

Tyler Gobble

Truth is Scottie Pippen / wasn’t born. He hatched from an egg that was stuck / to another, slightly larger egg. The opposite of Mugsy Bogues / on an airplane and the oxygen mask drops down, / for his seat only. Mookie Blaylock dresses up as Mookie / Blaylock for Halloween.

December 2, 2013 | Fiction

Imperfect Homes

André Babyn

There was once a time when my aunt and uncle had room enough to take us the odd weekends our parents were on vacation. Their house was smaller than ours and I felt haughty in it. The walls were dark and the air smelled musty. In the afternoons dust poured in the air like cigarette smoke in an old black and white movie. Going out into the sun was blinding. 

November 29, 2013 | Fiction

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void

Erin Kautza

Hanging panties like cat skin, or Books of Dead and leaving in nighties. The jambs are so low. Lights on high are anything but warm. That pipe is what we think it might be: lost focus. He just

November 28, 2013 | Fiction

Turkey

Andrew Sullivan

Cops come and take Hannah s Dad away this morning, throw him in the back of a car and yelling and screaming at him the whole time like he done left the ice cream out all day.

November 27, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Keith Taylor

Banff: Running Away

I was young enough to believe that when moments felt significant they probably were. I saw sacraments everywhere

                                              so knee

November 25, 2013 | Fiction

Other Animals

Craig Buchner

Win wasn't homeless, which set him apart from the others. But he'd hit rock-bottom, jobless and sharing enough to be one among them. In the fifty-station clinic, they were strapped to centrifuge

November 22, 2013 |

Finding BASAL GANGLIA

Matthew Revert

I have been given the opportunity to discuss some of the key inspirations behind my latest book, Basal Ganglia. Works of fiction never just appear from a magical nothing. During the eighteen

November 21, 2013 | Poetry

Spanking Diane Sawyer

Daniel Crocker

I want to spank Diane Sawyer
In fact, I'd pay upwards of
fifty dollars for it, at least
if she was wearing white cotton
panties

In my fantasy
I wonder
I stop and ask,
"Is

November 20, 2013 | Fiction

Caterpillar Knuckles

Pete Stevens

We’d been running longer than my memory. Our path was never obstructed, a well-worn corridor. Parallel walls of thorn-thick foliage kept us contained. 

November 19, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Matthew Fee

A Theory of Blue 

Telling the truth can be done in an American way, without irony or self-effacement. We begin with the image of a flag, the vastness of space. Suddenly a hole in the sky opens