if I were an Amish girl,
I would leave
for Rumspringa...

For this Non-Reader spotlight, we talk to Kathryn Wakeman about not reading, tv, East of Eden, Eat Pray Love, reading the internet, deadlines, feminism, unlikeable female characters, uncontrollable agreeability. 

A new email dings into his box and Miller cringes. Somehow he knows it’s from her, something about the ding – it is insistent, urgent, as... more

Glissade, pas de bourrée. I stole a bottle of Cointreau from mother’s liquor cabinet

In the dream you are not a lamb on fire.

The next morning the phone rings early, five-thirty, definitely not later than six. The birds outside don’t scream that loud... more

Suddenly I want to be the one to leave a party.
Maybe life imitates art after all.

There’s been a lot of talk about Executives in the news lately, a lot of mystery and confusion. For the last year, I’ve... more

Today
I was at McDonald’s
and there was this chunky,
high school-aged kid...

LAKE ELSINORE WILL HOST THE ONE TRICK PONY

This place was one of those places.... more

I know the scars of my grandfather do you. I know the guns in my pelvis do you...

I'll never forget the sight of those Rockies...

As I write this, nearly a month into the season, my beloved Phillies flounder in third place. Even that dubious... more

later, an iguana slinked up the steps in a macho, prehistoric way...

HOBART: Maybe I'm seeing a connection where there isn't one and this doesn't apply more to writers than anyone else, but... more

You must imagine god as syrupy mist.

On April 9, my debut novel League of... more

You imagine you’re a tipping point wrapped in a synthetic summer dress.

As a teenager, I had this superficial interest in handguns—I liked how the metal felt against my skin. I had never learned to shoot one, however, nor did I really intend to know at that young age.

None of us have those cats who go
viral meowing Springsteen songs...

The first and the simplest emotion which we discover in the... more

Last week, my birthday passed without time to celebrate. No cake, no party. I’ve been working a lot.  My daughter... more

Night comes in a slow bloom of abandon.

MARCH 18, 2013:

Bam! Posting this from new gig as a Junior Creative Developer and Aesthetic Management Contributor at Meta Games, Inc.... more

Walter White is looking in the mirror when he hears a key in the door of his condo. He is smoothing a deep maroon shirt,... more

Have you ever seen a rich person?
It's not like that movie about rich people–

Then there’s the Schnabel:
Some colors and Adieu...

Everyone watched him walk to the guy. Everyone saw. They were all watching with their big stupid eyes that wouldn't let... more

We know. We know. First we told you we didn’t publish poetry. And now look at us. Thanks to the fantastic Caleb... more

This poem is about death and, to some extent, life.