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Physical Therapy / Sunday Night & Monday Morning photo
February 7, 2017 | Fiction

Physical Therapy / Sunday Night & Monday Morning

Rita Ciresi

He stands so close I can make out the threads on his polo shirt.

My Mother in 2075 photo
February 3, 2017 | Fiction

My Mother in 2075

Erika Price

She can't remember the important bad things. I ask her about the divorces and the dead dogs buried in the woods and the cracks in the bathroom tile and the negative, blood red balance in her checking account and her eyes go blank and she shakes her head like she's been overcome by some faint neurological chill. 

Abacus of Self-Improvement photo
January 31, 2017 | Fiction

Abacus of Self-Improvement

Ursula Villarreal-Moura

Quit telling your coworkers that you dreamt them last night.

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. 

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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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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.