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Halloween II photo
October 31, 2017 | Fiction

Halloween II

Elizabeth Ellen

I smile into the mirror. There is lipstick on my front teeth. I don’t rub it off.

Buzz photo
October 31, 2017 | Fiction

Buzz

Alexander Cendrowski

By the time the workers broke through my ear drum, I couldn’t hear anything anyway.

 
Halloween photo
October 30, 2017 | Fiction

Halloween

Elizabeth Ellen

I have trouble sleeping in open spaces, I tell Saul. There is a blanket on the floor of my closet.

Two Poems photo
October 30, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Olatunde Osinaike

 i’ve just noticed the harvest / of my hands the last few months, / its loyal glean, the soft shake / to settle my ripe diligence.

Four Poems photo
October 27, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erin Taylor

every great sadness has occurred because someone / decided fate with their bare hands.

Two Poems photo
October 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Mungiello

My Left Arm I was a fruit cake meat loaf of influences – my name was Sloppy Joe, I was canned pineapple slices left... more

Gyrle photo
October 25, 2017 | Hobart Photo Stories

Gyrle

Jennifer Loeber

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

The Meadowlands photo
October 24, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The Meadowlands

Alex Sniatkowski

You’ll wake up on Labor Day and argue with the people you’re carpooling with over when to leave. 

[my body is an american] photo
October 24, 2017 | Poetry

[my body is an american]

p.e. garcia

my body is an american / casket, shove the corpses / through my eyesockets til they spill / from my mouth

Four Poems photo
October 23, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Kristin Bock

When my children walk by, it will be like looking into the sun. Your children will have to bow their heads. My children’s eyes will be the color of electric blue icebergs.

Hinterland Transmissions: The Piece Of Shit That Lives Inside Me photo
October 20, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: The Piece Of Shit That Lives Inside Me

Steve Anwyll

Now here I am. The same fucking predicament all over. The universe testing to see what I'll do.

Five Poems photo
October 20, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Parker Tettleton

I want to walk in where I walk in & not think about me or you or anyone else we know—I want my recycling to be perfect.

The Metal Years photo
October 19, 2017 | Fiction

The Metal Years

Jessica Shoemaker

She didn’t spend her senior year serving soft serve and saving for a bus ticket to Los Angeles when she turned eighteen to end up riding a tandem bike around the park with some guy whose shorts were too short.

Three Poems photo
October 18, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Diana Keren Lee

my angst is still young / and highly flammable / something interrupted / meant to be read out of order / one chord change to another

Two Poems photo
October 17, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Izzy Casey

Oh well. I threw my lover down a well. / I ran Father over. Hid Mama’s pill. / I’ve never been good at taking advice.

Slow Motion Heroics photo
October 16, 2017 | Fiction

Slow Motion Heroics

Joshua James Amberson

He had a few of the things that fooled the casual observer into thinking they were dealing with a grown man—useless gadgets, a five o'clock shadow, shirts with buttons on them—but in recent years he had given up the ruse and had reverted, at least internally, to the one thing that had made him happy as a child: baseball.

Three Poems photo
October 13, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jane Flett

Some people spend / a whole life setting bear traps / by their door but some people / have never seen a padlock spool.

Liars photo
October 12, 2017 |

Liars

Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam

Hades was like the other men Evie had requested favors of; he asked Evie to explain herself before he believed that she wanted what she said she wanted.

Two Poems photo
October 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Hazem Fahmy

It’s been five years, but this boy still / shines when he smiles. I stare at his jaw / as we shiver on the rooftop of this rundown / hotel, waiting for the waiter to get his beer.

Two Poems photo
October 11, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lucian Mattison

No secrets fill a drowsy whale, / perfectly hollow gullet, / its song only speculation, / music its only meaning.

Manhattan photo
October 10, 2017 | Hobart Photo Stories

Manhattan

Joe Johnson

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

Paradise by the Dashboard Light photo
October 9, 2017 | Poetry

Paradise by the Dashboard Light

Kathryn Nuernberger

When I think of what I know about you / I think of the way mirrors in a dressing room / can do that trick with each other / that makes a single person go on forever.

Bryan Furuness Interviews Michael Poore photo
October 6, 2017 | Interview

Bryan Furuness Interviews Michael Poore

Bryan Furuness

Introductions are stupid. Mostly they get in the way. Probably you have skipped ahead to read the actual... more

Three Poems photo
October 5, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Perry Janes

You halt the flow of traffic in a crosswalk to retrieve a fallen penny, / cheer your good fortune, and whisper: landmine. 

Two Poems photo
October 4, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Marianna Hagler

i decide / the poem is // about me (i have / been told i have // narcissistic tendencies).

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey photo
October 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey

Joe Sacksteder

Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller) It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at... more

2 Poems photo
October 2, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Lucy Tiven

in the middle of making up a Tokyo bureau chief
i remember keeping E under the impression i read
all of Infinite Jest for our whole three year
relationship  & probably since