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Stories At The Table photo
January 19, 2017 | Fiction

Stories At The Table

Eric Barnes

“They were getting ‘the talk,’” Carmen says, pausing dramatically, “and in walks a huge nurse wearing a robe.”

Feel No Ways photo
January 18, 2017 | Fiction

Feel No Ways

Sara McGrath

Looking back, the efforts we made were desperate. We took walks. In bed, he fed me grapes; chilled, out of the refrigerator. We took... more

In Silhouette photo
January 10, 2017 | Fiction

In Silhouette

Mehdi M. Kashani

My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip. 

Near Nature, Near Perfect photo
January 6, 2017 | Fiction

Near Nature, Near Perfect

Sean Towey

Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked. 

You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?

A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory photo
January 5, 2017 | Fiction

A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory

Lynn Mundell

She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.

Skater Die photo
January 4, 2017 | Fiction

Skater Die

Joel Tomfohr

“I love watching you get dressed.”

“More than you love watching me undress?”

The Heart as a Protostar photo
January 2, 2017 | Fiction

The Heart as a Protostar

Ferris Wayne McDaniel

When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.

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.

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. 

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.

Dinner on the Moon photo
December 13, 2016 | Fiction

Dinner on the Moon

Nate Lippens

Meals out have become almost impossible.

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.

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 . . .

Naming What We Know photo
November 25, 2016 | Fiction

Naming What We Know

Jordan Castro

Violette moved away from Calvin toward a group of rhododendrons.

Calvin felt calm.

He thought about God.

Peephole photo
November 24, 2016 | Fiction


Melissa Moorer

I didn’t ask why you spent all that time and energy making a hole with all the wrong tools instead of calling the landlord. 

Kiss Kiss photo
November 21, 2016 | Fiction

Kiss Kiss

Aimee Mepham

The Hungarian brings flowers to break up with me. I can see him through the window as he takes them from the trunk of his car in the Starbucks parking lot. 

Custody photo
November 18, 2016 | Fiction


Lilly Schneider

Skateboarders have to be tough. It’s not if you’ll get hurt but when, not if it will be bad but if it will be bad enough to keep you off the board.

Three Fictions photo
November 17, 2016 | Fiction

Three Fictions

Shannon McLeod

I sent a text to my father, telling him I saw three coyotes. My father is an admirer of the natural world. I sent another text about a nearby house that had been abandoned. I'd noticed the word “SATAN” scrawled across the front door with blue paint that morning.

Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to Death  photo
November 17, 2016 | Fiction

Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to Death 

Sam Price

Ted had started the holidays in Aspen. Well, in the jail in Aspen, awaiting trial for a murder he’d committed in Snowmass.

Fear Of Biting Apples photo
November 16, 2016 | Fiction

Fear Of Biting Apples

Larry Silberfein

In the dark we weren’t afraid to show our ugly selves. We admitted we loathed giving up our seats to old people and the pregnant. Don’t you just hate reading?  We both said at the same time. 

Telepathy photo
November 15, 2016 | Fiction


Adrienne Parker

Halfway through Pilates class, the teacher decided to use telepathy. She said she was sick of the sound of her voice, always repeating the same cues. 

This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone photo
November 14, 2016 | Fiction

This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone

J.L. Montavon

We left after midnight. We entered the forest, dark and green all around us, hundreds of miles deep.  Woven together in the little cocoon of our car, our world was as large as the headlight beams in the dark forest.

Beam of Light photo
November 11, 2016 | Fiction

Beam of Light

Brian Allen Carr

For four days in 1997 I was a beam of light. Fuck off if you don’t believe me: I lit shit up. Daniel Ladinsky says Hafiz says, “The oil in the lamp the sun burns come from forests you once were, from rich deposits you left [behind],” but he was probably speaking metaphorically. 

Recent Books


Flashes of Life

Micah Ling

Featuring poems that engage songs by artists ranging from The White Stripes to Bruce Sprinsteen, David Bowie to Otis Redding; lists of albums; daily timestamps as poems; remixes and everything in between; Flashes of Light evokes not just the way we listen to music, but all the ways we interact with the music in our life.



Over For Rockwell

Uzodinma Okehi

They say it takes an average person about 10 years to master a given thing. This was my thinking in 1995 when I dropped out of college in Iowa City to draw comics.



Baseball Handbook


We’ve had the idea and wanted to do some kind of “best of our online baseball issues” for years, and here is one iteration of that book. We’ve been doing it for so long (this year is our 13th!), we have too many favorites, so we made some arbitrary rules...