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Speech Therapy  photo
March 1, 2017 | Fiction

Speech Therapy 

Richard Johnston

My therapist’s name was Sean. I remember that most of all because it was easy for me to say. The sound sh never caused trouble. I could curse or tell people to shut up all day long. But es caused a world of trouble. 

Clumps photo
February 28, 2017 | Fiction


Emily Carney

The fact of his wariness stops her; Viv gathers the remaining clumps of her hamburger, squeezes them between her fingers but no juice comes out. She stares at the clumps. 

Lie Game photo
February 27, 2017 | Fiction

Lie Game

Kirsten Larson

No good relationship, if you could call it that, ever started in a bar.

Last Days: an excerpt from Person/a photo
February 24, 2017 | Fiction

Last Days: an excerpt from Person/a

Elizabeth Ellen

I remember Ian saying I was not a novelist and I think, as much as it pained me at the time to hear this, he was correct.

Tired People Seeing America photo
February 23, 2017 | Fiction

Tired People Seeing America

Claire Hopple

She was walking through a quaint neighborhood of old Victorians and Craftsman houses and a few run-down ranches when she saw a note on the front door of one of them. 

This Animal Mother photo
February 21, 2017 | Fiction

This Animal Mother

Vanessa Cuti

I’ve gone and left everything.

small and ghostly photo
February 17, 2017 | Fiction

small and ghostly

Trinity Herr

I will watch you kill the cat.

Co-Ed Picnic photo
February 14, 2017 | Fiction

Co-Ed Picnic

Nicolette Polek

She picks a bony honeysuckle blossom off the bush and sticks the stem under the elastic of her bathing suit bottom.

All There Is photo
February 9, 2017 | Fiction

All There Is

Eric Boyd

Kasper and I are smashing fluorescent light tubes on the ground behind the Dollar Tree, swinging them down like apes with clubs, the world itself our victim.

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.

Recent Books

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.

ON SALE for only $5 through June 15!!


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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!

ON SALE for only $5 through June 15!!



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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

Saul Stories is a linked collection that explores the relationships between a forty-year-old female artist, her teenaged daughter, and her daughter's friends. With ferocious realism, the book interrogates how children of differing classes and races are treated in the U.S., and the salacious and skeptical ways the current culture views cross-generational friendships. But most potently—in narratives taking place in Denny's and movie theatres and living rooms and cars—Saul Stories wonders what it means to be a woman and an artist and a mother, all at once.