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Relics photo
November 11, 2015 | Fiction

Relics

Jeff Snowbarger

Late one night I found him, my long-lost uncle, Duane.

I'm Not Joking photo
November 5, 2015 | Fiction

I'm Not Joking

Jeremy Whiston

Eventually she won't think of me unless she hears mention of my name, or sees my friends, or a boxy japanese sedan from the 80s, or, perhaps, a Paul Simon poster

Winners photo
October 22, 2015 | Fiction

Winners

Peter Tiernan

I was six, and we were on our way to get a new car.

What to Say and How to Say It photo
October 21, 2015 | Fiction

What to Say and How to Say It

Miles Klee

The apartment listing, spare and direct, stood apart from the exclamation points that forested her vision.

Shade photo
October 20, 2015 | Fiction

Shade

Katharine Coldiron

Obviously the place is unsafe . . . 

Digger Duane photo
October 19, 2015 | Fiction

Digger Duane

Dan Leach

I came by to talk. Figured it was time to fix a few things.

Swaingrove photo
October 14, 2015 | Fiction

Swaingrove

Adam McOmber

Here, in the green glass light of the parlor, Swaingrove cultivates its memories.

Thirteen Halves of the Story photo
October 7, 2015 | Fiction

Thirteen Halves of the Story

Michelle Dove

E says the sky is fuller today and I say it isn’t. Meaning we aren’t significant so why would our surroundings be.

Don't Bother photo
October 5, 2015 | Fiction

Don't Bother

Erick Saenz

When it’s my turn to order coffee I look anywhere but her eyes and whisper “soy latte” like it’s a secret. When she asks my name I... more

Thighs of Nymphs photo
October 1, 2015 | Fiction

Thighs of Nymphs

Vi Khi Nao

Magnolia, Ambrosio, Valance stand still as three pillars. Amongst the ruins of the Roman Empire.

Human Resources photo
September 30, 2015 | Fiction

Human Resources

Peter Kispert

So here’s Anthony, twelve years later. He’s got this white pin on his right breast that reads MY INTERESTS ARE: ANIMALS & POSITIVITY.

You Told Me I Looked Good photo
September 28, 2015 | Fiction

You Told Me I Looked Good

Meredith Turits

You slept for a few hours after that, but I stayed awake, mostly wondering why you hadn’t yet scraped the popcorn texture off of the ceiling in your house. 

Virtual Element photo
September 25, 2015 | Fiction

Virtual Element

John Charles Wolf

The bodies under there, in the corridor, were at an ends; by the time each person entered the airport, their desires were all set about the rooms like a seasoned, wet palette.

Notes on Tomorrow's Issue photo
September 23, 2015 | Fiction

Notes on Tomorrow's Issue

Cady Vishniac

QUERY 5: About half the time, your APOSTROPHES and your QUOTATION MARKS don’t curl around the way they should— “ or ” , not " , and ‘ or ’ , not ' —which is how I know you are writing half of all your articles on your cellphone.

Traphouse photo
September 22, 2015 | Fiction

Traphouse

Mike Crossley

Destiny's Child third album track # 1 she plays as if I don't already know what’s up. She just wants me to remind her she's a queen so I play Coming to America, and we're okay for a few more years.

Die Ag No Sis photo
September 21, 2015 | Fiction

Die Ag No Sis

Nicholas Olson

To fall asleep in this room that is like forgetting your face.

A Man Got Shot in Ohio photo
September 18, 2015 | Fiction

A Man Got Shot in Ohio

Saugat Bhattarai

Later at night she looked by the fires of Ohio at the burn on her palm 

Math photo
September 17, 2015 | Fiction

Math

Paul Stinson

He wore these fuck-you neckties (one looked like a whole trout hanging down his chest) and bad jeans dyed mint green, lemon yellow, cake frosting blue.

Something That I Don't Remember photo
September 16, 2015 | Fiction

Something That I Don't Remember

Chris Barton

I started to focus on feeling very satisfied with the pistachios then on a sort of discordant, non sequitur—the ironic memory of the gentle, almost weightless, excitement of holding an unopened Hershey bar. 

Six Days in Glorious Vienna photo
September 15, 2015 | Translation, Fiction

Six Days in Glorious Vienna

Yoko Ogawa

Fourteen tourists had signed up for “Six Days in Glorious Vienna: Open Plan,” and since Kotoko and I were the only singles in the group, it was inevitable that we ended up rooming together at the hotel.

Atoms photo
September 14, 2015 | Fiction

Atoms

Michelle Ross

A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.

Some Life, Hunh? photo
September 12, 2015 | Fiction

Some Life, Hunh?

Steve Anwyll

I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along  Rue Saint-Rémi.

You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.

An Encounter photo
September 9, 2015 | Fiction

An Encounter

Greg Mulcahy

I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy photo
September 7, 2015 | Fiction

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy

Cara Dempsey

Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.

The Outsiders photo
September 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Outsiders

Shane Jones

Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets 

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.

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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.