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May 24, 2021 | Fiction

Supermarket Peaches

Jennifer Chiu

Kevin hates it when you leave the peaches on the counter, plump orange skin bruising when squeezed. You stare at them when you do your morning pages at 8A.M. like the productivity videos you watch,

May 20, 2021 | Fiction

Them Bones

CK Kane

“Mom, if I was born a boy,”

“Like you were supposed to be,” without a tinge of playfulness as she scanned the bar cart in the living room for her preferred drink. She resembled a mannequin and had

May 13, 2021 | Fiction

Things Women Do Out of Politeness

Barbara Cameron

Teenaged girls raised in the sixties, what harm could come from going with a sought after, popular guy?

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

You See What I'm Saying, Right?

Harris Lahti

Then a spring day burns through with such clarity Melissa asks me to help her interview dog walkers at the dog park. Not the day nurse. Not the other aid. Me—our first outing since the

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

The Midnight Room

Ceara Masker

Before I was me, I was somebody else, the same as we all are. A human is constantly shedding skin like a snake. It’s just a metaphor.

I learned all the tricks in middle school; I learned how to

May 11, 2021 | Fiction

The Romantic

Siamak Vossoughi

How many white girls of twelve and thirteen became the dreamed-about woman back home when I listened to Every Little Kiss by Bruce Hornsby and the Range?

May 10, 2021 | Fiction

YOLO

Elizabeth Ellen

“See,” I said. “We’re both nihilists.”

 “I’m not a nihilist,” Matt said. He was at the kitchen sink filling his flask.

May 7, 2021 | Fiction

Joiner

Crow Jonah Norlander

For the first time ever, they were being honest about their sex lives.

May 6, 2021 | Fiction

Wanting Nothing

Felicia Rosemary Urso

In the morning, we don’t move. I’m satisfied. I’m easy to love. I’m not freezing and still drunk.

May 5, 2021 | Fiction

Mums

Adam Jeffrey Jr.

Turns out, we decided later, it was silly to try and sell flowers at all. The user experience of flowers had to be re-tooled.

May 3, 2021 | Fiction

Seven Ghosts

David Mohan

Throughout our first year in that house you woke feeling this ghost’s breath on your face, and at night, sometimes, you’d jump up frantic, swearing you’d felt its grave-clasp on your ankle or arm.

April 27, 2021 | Fiction

National Pastime

Brett Biebel

Somewhere in the archives of Baseball America, there’s a story by an Italian journalist named Giovanna de la something or other, and she attempts to verify, through old box scores and personal

April 23, 2021 | Fiction

The New Opening Day

John Paul Carillo

The paper said my team (Sand Gnats) had a chance this year (second season with the new name), so I opened the fridge, opened a beer, sat down, and turned the TV on to watch the first game of the

April 21, 2021 | Fiction

The Kid

Tommy Vollman

The one and only time I ever met Ken Griffey, Jr. was at a baseball clinic.

I was hitting off a tee when he strolled up behind me. I was 12, and Junior was still in high school, a volunteer, but

April 14, 2021 | Fiction

An Inning at Camden Yards

Peter Tyree Morrison Colwell

It took me all morning to build the fence.  I used old lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, and rusty sign posts from the dumpster behind 7-Eleven.  I meant for it to look like Camden Yards.  The right field

April 12, 2021 | Fiction

Stickball

Nicholas DelloRusso

Mike and Nick and Tom are already playing stickball in the back lot when Dad drops you off at P.S. 236. On one brick wall they’ve chalked a strike zone, on the floor is a powder-blue pitcher’s mound

April 6, 2021 | Fiction

Husky Park

T.J. Larkey

Bishop and I were smoking a joint on the pitcher’s mound. We drew dicks with our fingers next our school’s logo. It was mid-March, around midnight. I stopped drawing dicks and looked up at the empty

March 31, 2021 | Fiction

The Irony of Inclusion

Rae Griffin

Let them do the majority of the talking. Laugh at their jokes. Ask them about their motorcycle, their new car, their recent trip to the Maldives.

March 29, 2021 | Fiction

Thigh Gap

Lucy Zhang

She gives me a pocketknife. It has an ergonomic handle with smartly placed finger notches, a nice stainless-steel blade that folds up, a sturdy, low-riding pocket clip—perfect for those inconvenient moments you need to cut something loose.

March 26, 2021 | Fiction

It Never Stops

Jared Yates Sexton

By late August, Mary-Beth was sweating on her front porch swing, a bottle of Budweiser resting on the table her daughter Madison gave her for Mother’s Day a decade earlier. Mary-Beth had been watching

March 25, 2021 | Fiction

Dispatches

Jesse Salvo

I have made my decision: I am going to set myself on fire.

March 18, 2021 | Fiction

Gradients

Jack Barker-Clark

We preened our signatures in the cheerful attic, Owen’s royal insignia and my fallen few ants.

March 16, 2021 | Fiction

Xianrenzhang

Jiaqi Kang (亢嘉琪)

They said that Xianrenzhang took your heart because she didn’t have her own. She was looking for one that was just the right size, not too big and not too small, that she could slot into the cavern in her chest.

March 12, 2021 | Fiction

Trophy Black

Michael Leal García

Hector loved, loved, loved having a black friend, but he could never admit it.

March 10, 2021 | Fiction

Mason Jar

Anastacia-Renee

The thing about mason jars is that you can stuff them with anything you want: pasta, beans, ashes.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks! 

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc."   -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz