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August 31, 2017 |

Leisure

Julie Hrudova

 

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

—Tara Wray, photo editor 

 

 

Julie Hrudova works and lives in

August 31, 2017 | Fiction

Just Fireflies

B.J. Best

Molly liked that the Museum of Light was honest.  Inside every light is a seed of darkness, one interpretive sign began.  It is light’s job to prevent that seed from blooming.  

August 30, 2017 | Interview

Interview with Matthew Neill Null 

Michael Deagler

Southerners think that West Virginia is the north, and northerners think West Virginia is the south. 

August 29, 2017 | Nonfiction

On Burning

Renée Branum

If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

August 28, 2017 | Fiction

Sanguine

Darrin Doyle

No one should become a new parent at my age.

August 28, 2017 |

Hinterland Transmissions: Carnie Love

Steve Anwyll

It must've been the late nineties. I was collecting welfare at the time. I couldn't have been more then 17. Summer vacation was coming to an end. The high school I attended was close to my

August 25, 2017 | Fiction

A partial list of mitigating factors in play

Jacqueline Boucher

  1. you never wanted to be the kind of person who balked when people entered your home without taking off their shoes
August 24, 2017 | Fiction

The Resurgence of Plain

Michael Kaplan

No one even realized Plain could make such a comeback. Years before, it tapered off in grocery stores. Chips. Donuts. Even Coca-Cola. All were taken over by ranch, chocolate, lime. 

August 24, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

John Allen Taylor

Today I kiss her knuckles & we lumber home like mammoths.

August 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

Seven Mournings

Alysia Sawchyn

It is not the anniversary of her death that wrecks me but a day some weeks before it. It is the anniversary of the day I sat on my porch, barefoot, polyester graduation trappings in hand, and thought to call her but then did not because I was too busy. 

August 22, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jen Town

Lyrical lines of color dripping down: a chemical skyline.

August 21, 2017 | Fiction

A Heart and a Half

Gary Joshua Garrison

Out by the park, I say, I’ve got your blood in me, and you look at me funny, like you are waiting for this to be another mediocre joke, and it is, somehow, but I don’t know the punchline yet. 

August 18, 2017 | Fiction

Love Story in the Form of a Taco

Daniel Paul

“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.

August 17, 2017 |

w h o k i l l 

Elizabeth O’Brien

If this album were a place, it would be a penny candy store: high fructose and courting an overdose. 

 
August 17, 2017 | Poetry

Performance After the End of the World

Talin Tahajian

The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. 

August 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

An Anatomy of Pipes

Hannah Doyle

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

August 16, 2017 |

War on Everyone

Sean Kilpatrick

"Don't tuck your art in." Jamie Foxx

August 15, 2017 |

Lady Macbeth / Little Hours / Ingrid Goes West

Sean Kilpatrick

H-E-double hockey sticks

August 15, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kara Krewer

He’s called the rat king because of the actual rats  that hang from his shoulders like epaulets.

August 14, 2017 | Fiction

Police Report

Sonya Gray Redi

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

August 11, 2017 | Poetry

Raft Dress, Refugee

Barbara Rockman

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration

 

August 8, 2017 | Fiction

Victory Speech

Salvatore Difalco

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

August 7, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Samantha Guss

(The baptism.)

The first time I had sex
my hymen didn’t break
and you missed your bus

We wrote Mary Karr on
the margin of my arm
in pen

I washed around her
then let you lick

August 4, 2017 | Poetry

Holiday Hours

BJ Soloy

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

August 3, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Frank Montesonti

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

August 1, 2017 |

Is This It

William Ste. Marie

This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.