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Theresa photo
August 13, 2015 | Fiction

Theresa

Sara Kachelman

Worst thing I ever did I did when I was doing Hank’s cousin, Theresa. It was a crime of sloth, a crime of not-saying.

Kumon Thong photo
August 10, 2015 | Fiction

Kumon Thong

Corwin Ericson

Golden Boy lived in a little house on our mantlepiece.

Dollar Dog Day photo
August 6, 2015 | Fiction

Dollar Dog Day

Tom McAllister

Oliver sat in the locker room, a towel tucked neatly around his waist, next to a Smithfield rep who was slicing open packages of hot... more

The Mindreader photo
August 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Mindreader

Claire Polders

I am a woman of discipline, which is to say: I don’t act at random. But I once slept with a mindreader on a whim.

Four Fictions photo
July 29, 2015 | Fiction

Four Fictions

Gary J. Shipley

I’m to blame for every fake suicide this week. If anyone knocks at the door I shout the addresses of shut-ins until I hear footsteps. If the knocking continues I take my gun and start shooting through the walls.

Souvenir photo
July 27, 2015 | Fiction

Souvenir

Stephen Tuttle

Most nights he wakes to use the bathroom and in so doing wakes the dog, which in turn figures it might as well do the same.

The Man with a Fish in His Heart photo
July 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Man with a Fish in His Heart

Michael Credico

I had runoff all over. I hadn’t escaped the heartland.

Secret Identity photo
July 20, 2015 | Fiction

Secret Identity

Richard Scott Larson

I was staying with Nicole during the semester of the break-ins

Unmoored photo
July 17, 2015 | Fiction

Unmoored

Rosie Forrest

I’d pony up the midnight sun for a pulled pork sandwich.

May photo
July 9, 2015 | Fiction

May

James English

My friends told me they’d introduce me to May, but only if I understood that she’d been through a lot and didn’t need any more bad things to happen to her.

4th of July: You're Not Gonna Take My Other Thumb photo
July 4, 2015 | Fiction

4th of July: You're Not Gonna Take My Other Thumb

Blake Kimzey

As dusk approached I lit an M80, tossed it across the lawn like John McClain on a mission to reverse engineer Nakatomi Tower. 

The Child Bride and Her Artificial Flowers photo
July 2, 2015 | Fiction

The Child Bride and Her Artificial Flowers

Carabella Sands

His family was there. My family was there. My bouquet was made of flies. 

2 Fictions photo
June 26, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Uzodinma Okehi

Nothing Works: 1

-New York City 2005

I should be through thinking about it. Ok, but I remember just going batshit, breaking... more

Milk photo
June 25, 2015 | Fiction

Milk

Glenn Shaheen

I keep finding medium length blond hairs on old shirts I haven’t worn in two or three years. My hair is short and black, and my lover’s hair is long and brown. 

2 Fictions photo
June 23, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Ryan Bender-Murphy

After the Bombing

Santa did not know how to react to the sight; he only stared. At the granite block, there were three rows filled... more

How to Get Fired from a Coffee Shop photo
June 22, 2015 | Fiction

How to Get Fired from a Coffee Shop

Kenta Maniwa

Focus too much time on watching Amanda make cappuccinos.

3 Fictions photo
June 22, 2015 | Fiction

3 Fictions

Siel Ju

In times of great dissatisfaction, you will occasionally find yourself dating two men.

Quality Time photo
June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Quality Time

Ed Meek

I was afraid the security guards would stop us, but they just shrugged when I took the plane out and put it on the field.  One of them even said something nice like, “Whoa, that is a cool.”  I taxied it from the end zone; it took off and buzzed up into the sky. 

Interrogations photo
June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Interrogations

Gretchen Schrafft

We’d do it with whatever was laying around: a jump rope, an extension cord, stray fistfuls of fishing line. Down in the basement, while the babysitter watched Spanish-language television in the living room, we pulled these things taut, secured wrists, ankles, and torsos to my father’s old recliner. Toby was a boy scout, so his knots were better than mine, but I was by far the more skillful interrogator.

Zero And photo
June 19, 2015 | Fiction

Zero And

Rob Roensch

And when you play pickup and three-on-three and one-on-one no one keeps track of wins and losses, except for me, so no one else knows that I have never won a basketball game of any kind. Since I started keeping track, when I was sixteen, I am zero and six-hundred forty four.

Migration photo
June 17, 2015 | Fiction

Migration

Narting Tadoo

I upended the bottle of Seagram’s gin I always carried with me to poetry readings and cut off my penis with Kemal’s X-ACTO knife.

 
Querida photo
June 15, 2015 | Fiction

Querida

Erick Saenz

I first called her “querida” via text, years after we both escaped that desperate city. She sent a smiley face in response. I smiled along.

Tom Hanks photo
June 11, 2015 | Fiction

Tom Hanks

Paul Vega

To hack through the tail of a porpoise and free him from your gillnet, you’ve really got to have a strong steady hand. You've really got to try and find your faith. 

Lists photo
June 10, 2015 | Fiction

Lists

Oliver Zarandi

  1. Mental aberrations include: feeling ‘ants’ beneath the skin.
Night Swim photo
June 8, 2015 | Fiction

Night Swim

Dan Reiter

Memories are like Asian pears. Store them cold and they will keep.

She climbed shivering out of the river. The Taigan smeared its... more

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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.

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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.