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Immortals photo
September 29, 2017 | Hobart Photo Stories

Immortals

Tammy Mercure

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

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America photo
September 28, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America

Steve Anwyll

Sitting in the Montreal bus terminal I make a decision. To eat the last of my weed candies. 

Two Poems photo
September 28, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lauren Eggert-Crowe

Don't you see I want the sun / to fill me like a swimming pool

3 Poems photo
September 27, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Precious Okoyomon

When was the assertion of blackness anything other than an interrogation.
I’m fat and black and queer in america _They don’t know what to do with me

The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport photo
September 27, 2017 | Fiction

The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport

Grayson Elorreaga

One summer morning, Lyle Condy was cycling down the steep, straight hill of Magdalene Road in the city of Cambridge. His bike had a bell in strict accordance with local ordinances regarding cycling. 

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn photo
September 26, 2017 | Wow and Flutter

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn

Tyler Koshakow

1. My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a... more

Raindance photo
September 25, 2017 | Fiction

Raindance

Reggie Mills

Months ago. Here it is me at the grocery getting flowers and deli meats and here’s the little boy with his face soft and fluffy and pink. 

Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x photo
September 22, 2017 | Interview

Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x

Leesa Cross-Smith

Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in... more

Under photo
September 22, 2017 |

Under

Marvin Shackelford

Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.

Two Poems photo
September 21, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Dionissios Kollias

Digital Hellos An erroneous message of two equals, in a future program. The Internet was given an italicized quote above... more

Come, Love photo
September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Come, Love

Miriam Cohen

He was at the window. I heard the tap-tap-tap.

Mema's Alaskan Taco Hut photo
September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Mema's Alaskan Taco Hut

Lauren Dostal

After, we slunk back to Mema’s Alaskan Taco Hut and I crawled into a booth and ordered with two fingers like we... more

death by holograms photo
September 19, 2017 | Poetry

death by holograms

Chance Dibben

I am trying to come out to my father / but all he wants to talk about / are the 1985 Chicago Bears

Like Mennonite Girls in the Bus Station Looking at Brochures photo
September 19, 2017 | Fiction

Like Mennonite Girls in the Bus Station Looking at Brochures

Laura Scalzo

  Our language is rapid and hard but we’re young so we giggle,... more

New Mother photo
September 18, 2017 | Fiction

New Mother

Brianna McNish

“I don’t like how her flesh looks,” my daughter tells me. According to Phoebe, this woman has the flesh of a winter peach.

2 Poems photo
September 18, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Doug Paul Case

Self-Portrait as Zac Efron’s Butt Double What a feeling to find yourself wearing a nude thong mounting a green... more

Murmuration photo
September 15, 2017 | Poetry

Murmuration

ash adams

Before roosting in the city, starlings dive— five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the law of localization.... more

Two Poems photo
September 14, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Larry Narron

BROWSING FOR CHAINSAWS The carwash that neighbors the boarded-up hospital suddenly leaks back to life. A rust-eaten... more

Buddy photo
September 13, 2017 | Fiction

Buddy

Dana Diehl

“We made out once,” my sister says. I thought “I was in love with him for a night.”

Two Poems photo
September 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Foster

All i want is an apple but no one / is picking these days.

Exposure photo
September 11, 2017 | Fiction

Exposure

Kat Gonso

My daughter Lisbeth checks Missy’s gums for bleeders. “Sometimes the damage done takes generations to make itself known,” she says, nodding along with her words, agreeing with herself. 

Clown College photo
September 8, 2017 | Fiction

Clown College

Sophia Veltfort

By now Lena was supposed to be the version of herself at whom people looked twice, and whom Alec missed, at home, now that they lived together. But she was still just herself, in stockings and hoodie, her face half-done. 

Death Note / mother! / final movie review photo
September 7, 2017 | movie reviews

Death Note / mother! / final movie review

Sean Kilpatrick

Domo

After You Texted photo
September 7, 2017 | Poetry

After You Texted

Janet Frishberg

and a vague behind-the-eyes tired from reading about destruction until after midnight

Mail From The Person You Ate photo
September 6, 2017 | Fiction

Mail From The Person You Ate

Jennifer Fliss

At first Margaret went around whispering about the rape. The rape? Her rape? Did she own it? Did she have to keep it? Did she share it? 

Four Excerpts from Temporal photo
September 5, 2017 | Fiction

Four Excerpts from Temporal

Troy James Weaver

Don’t know whether I was really desperate for weed or just plain curious about that dude, Duffy, but for whatever reason, I found myself back at his trailer, on the couch, watching TV and smoking his shit.

After Laughter photo
September 5, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

After Laughter

Christopher Gonzalez

But while I am nervous for what’s to come, I’ve always found comfort in Paramore—whether I was: 15 and head banging to “Misery Business” during anime club; crushing it on my Rock Band drum set to “That’s What You Get”; fucking up at my first publishing internship with an earful of “Ain’t It Fun”; or lip-syncing to “Still Into You” in my junior year dorm room, at 4 a.m., when I was in denial about how in love I was with a best friend.

Two Poems photo
September 4, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mike Soto

[The wind of that dream lasted a horizon] The wind of that dream lasted a horizon of years in my stomach, leaving a lone... more

260 Saturdays photo
September 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

260 Saturdays

Jody Kennedy

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

Funeral photo
September 1, 2017 | Fiction

Funeral

Gwen Werner

We move next door to a gas station. The town is small. No stoplights. Small enough that beer is delivered from a single brewery in a single form: light.