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Aisle of Scary Preserved Things photo
March 23, 2019 | Fiction

Aisle of Scary Preserved Things

Jeremy Kniola

We’re riding the red line south when Xue suggests stopping in Chinatown to purchase thousand-year eggs. I picture her... more

Muscle Memory photo
March 21, 2019 | Fiction

Muscle Memory

Michelle Ross

Also, every time they flew and he had that damn backpack on, he forgot that the space he occupied extended beyond his physical back. He whacked bystanders in the shoulders or the chest, and, at least once, the face.

Many Fathers Away photo
March 19, 2019 | Fiction

Many Fathers Away

Babak Lakghomi

Before that, the father had been away. It was a time that many fathers were away.

On the Yard (An excerpt from The Great American Suction) photo
March 16, 2019 | Fiction

On the Yard (An excerpt from The Great American Suction)

David Nutt

They bang their silverware and take turns slamming the toilet seat. They drag their garbage bins too late to the curb and leave them abused by stark weathers all week. Shaker knows there is an awkward progenitor situation.

The Runner photo
March 15, 2019 | Fiction

The Runner

Noelle Rose

I have coffee in my cup. I could toss the hot liquid on her and rush through the revolving door to my appointment, make her the slug.

When She Leaves photo
March 14, 2019 | Fiction

When She Leaves

Kyle Summerall

Dixie leaned against the door, feeling the blood rush to one side before pounding it against the wood.

Sour photo
March 13, 2019 | Fiction

Sour

Chelsey Grasso

The porn gets boring. The plants start to die. I call up the daycare and ask for a job that they will not give back to me. He doesn’t come again.

Here I Am Lord photo
March 12, 2019 | Fiction

Here I Am Lord

Ifer Moore

I’d scratch them by stretching out my fingers wide like cheerleading jazz hands and rub them up and down aggressively along our itchy wall to wall carpeted floors.

In Preparation for Radiation photo
March 11, 2019 | Fiction

In Preparation for Radiation

John Oliver Hodges

Being Jack’s a guy, he’s also tasked with the act of pulling my ass apart when needed so the Radiation Oncologist, Dr. Katz, a short petite woman of prissy demeanor who does her ass work in civilian clothes, even while wearing heels and a tiny purse strapped across her midsection, can insert her finger.

The Serial Shitter photo
March 9, 2019 | Fiction

The Serial Shitter

Kyle Swensen

Four days after the initial shit, another pile of human shit was found, this time by the foreman himself, who was checking the inventory of an item located in an ill-lit and rarely visited corner of the warehouse. He immediately called a meeting.

Rubber Mother photo
March 8, 2019 | Fiction

Rubber Mother

Adam Falik

I want to deny him but he’s playin’ it natural and attentive.  He’s good but I ain’t sure if he knows he’s good or if he’s just as polite as he’s coming off.

Regrettable Head photo
March 7, 2019 | Fiction

Regrettable Head

Janna Brooke Wallack

She looked better and better to herself in his bathroom mirror as she washed up and got all ready to spend the night with him in his warm bed. 

Instructions for Mourning photo
March 6, 2019 | Fiction

Instructions for Mourning

Troy James Weaver

I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.

Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought photo
March 5, 2019 | Fiction

Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought

Alexandra Tanner

A furniture delivery arrives, as my mother warned me upon leaving for the store that it might, and two nieces who have hidden themselves in a cabinet come out at the sound of the doorbell to ogle the brightly-colored truck in the driveway.

Napkin of Death Metal photo
March 2, 2019 | Fiction

Napkin of Death Metal

Melissa Ragsly

Jeanette has gotten many notes in bars before. Many men have spoken to her too. 

Zuckerburg photo
March 1, 2019 | Fiction

Zuckerburg

Gabriel Smith

My sister called me the morning after that dream to tell me that the family cat was dying. It was the last cat that was still alive from the time I had lived with my parents.

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 2: "The Stick" photo
February 28, 2019 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 2: "The Stick"

Josh Sippie

Previously on... Episode 1: "The Landing"

Yoda had nothing with him other than the clothes on his back and the... more

Geronimo photo
February 22, 2019 | Fiction

Geronimo

Molly Anders

You are dancing naked and you think you’re alone, but someone is watching. It’s Red, your daughter.

After All Disintegrating as an Active Mode photo
February 18, 2019 | Fiction

After All Disintegrating as an Active Mode

Helen McClory

People are still here! Said the dog’s eyes.

Now is Not The Time To Be Different photo
February 7, 2019 | Fiction

Now is Not The Time To Be Different

Judyth Emanuel

She hands me a carved pineapple. Big and heavy.

Martha, My Shapeshifting Friend photo
February 6, 2019 | Fiction

Martha, My Shapeshifting Friend

Lanny Durbin

OUR CHEESE FRIES WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!

THE ANSWER IS, PROBABLY NOT photo
February 5, 2019 | Fiction

THE ANSWER IS, PROBABLY NOT

Norris Eppes

In the open office, everyone has questions. Now you have questions.

King King II photo
February 5, 2019 | Fiction

King King II

Harris Lahti

Moments before we depart for his fifty-fourth birthday bowling extravaganza, King-King decides he would rather eat lunch at Fat Nancy’s

House Party photo
February 4, 2019 | Fiction

House Party

Benjamin Kessler

We threw a party and everyone came.

Transit photo
January 31, 2019 | Fiction

Transit

Justina Elias

I miss your piercings, Mina, I say. 

Don’t, she says. 

Me too. Jordan brightens. You looked like a suicide girl. It was hot. 

Recent Books

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!

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Dualities

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.