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An Interview with Adam Ehrlich Sachs photo
December 30, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Adam Ehrlich Sachs

Michael Deagler

I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.

Second Engine photo
December 29, 2016 | Poetry

Second Engine

Sarah Bates

I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.

Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection photo
December 28, 2016 | Interview

Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection

Mesha Maren

The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.

WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM photo
December 27, 2016 | Poetry

WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM

Emily Dhatt

Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.

O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun photo
December 26, 2016 | Fiction

O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun

Ryan Bloom

Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.

Old School photo
December 23, 2016 | Fiction

Old School

K.C. Frederick

This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.

ARRIVALS photo
December 22, 2016 | Poetry

ARRIVALS

Hayley Hudson

A Ford Explorer firetruck and a cul-de-sac basement had a birdbath at night.

The Epic Poetry of the Hundred Pines Mall in Nashua, New Hampshire photo
December 21, 2016 | Fiction

The Epic Poetry of the Hundred Pines Mall in Nashua, New Hampshire

Rob Roensch

Because of a few weeks folding scratchy polo shirts three Christmases ago, I know where the blank door off the hallway to the break room goes . . .

Everyone Down Here Is Fine photo
December 19, 2016 | Fiction

Everyone Down Here Is Fine

Richard Scott Larson

The woman on the train was sick. I could tell by the way she smiled. 

A Crow's Tale photo
December 18, 2016 | Sunday Comics

A Crow's Tale

John Peacock

  Check out John's previous Adventure Comics: "I Need Your Boat" "The Lucky Texan"  

The Deleted photo
December 17, 2016 | movie reviews

The Deleted

Sean Kilpatrick

Dialogue is not necessary

The Eyes of My Mother photo
December 16, 2016 | movie reviews

The Eyes of My Mother

Sean Kilpatrick

Rapturous VHS solitude

Four poems photo
December 16, 2016 | Poetry

Four poems

Chris Gilmore

Deconstructionism is just a fancy word for skepticism which is... more

3 Poems photo
December 15, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kwame Opoku-Duku

grandma was real creole
man
BRIGHT bright

For a Good Time, Call photo
December 15, 2016 | Fiction

For a Good Time, Call

Gwen E. Kirby

The wrong numbers were always men and they always asked for Gail.

Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums photo
December 14, 2016 | Nonfiction

Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums

Steve Anwyll

I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.

Moon Poems photo
December 14, 2016 | Poetry

Moon Poems

Leesa Cross-Smith

OUTLAW LOVE I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend I am... more

Dinner on the Moon photo
December 13, 2016 | Fiction

Dinner on the Moon

Nate Lippens

Meals out have become almost impossible.

White Sands photo
December 12, 2016 | Poetry

White Sands

Peter Shippy

After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.

An Interview with Louisa Ermelino photo
December 9, 2016 | Interview

An Interview with Louisa Ermelino

Michael Deagler

As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.

Transcendental with Reincarnation photo
December 8, 2016 | Poetry

Transcendental with Reincarnation

Julianne Neely

Transcendental with Reincarnation  I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a... more

2 Poems photo
December 7, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Daria Rae

By now you tell me how I feel.
You tell me
what I will do and how I will act.
You do the creating
for me,

The Participants photo
December 7, 2016 | Fiction

The Participants

Mack Gelber

Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.

The Art of Fiction Lists photo
December 6, 2016 | The Art of...

The Art of Fiction Lists

an interview with Chris Bachelder, by Aaron Burch

I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.

Maybe Rome Grew Tired photo
December 6, 2016 | Poetry

Maybe Rome Grew Tired

Tyler Atwood

I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.

Paris Review Accepted Story photo
December 5, 2016 | Fiction

Paris Review Accepted Story

Jimmy Chen

My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .

The Progress Review photo
December 4, 2016 | Sunday Comics

The Progress Review

TJ Murray

Four Poems photo
December 2, 2016 | Poetry

Four Poems

Carly Schweppe

What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?

All of Them Witches photo
December 1, 2016 | Nonfiction

All of Them Witches

Alex Ebel

The first seven years we dolled ourselves up as witches in black nylon and swampy grease paint.