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The Makeover photo
December 28, 2017 | Fiction

The Makeover

Janelle Greco

It usually happens after dessert, when my sister is scraping the birthday cake frosting into the garbage or covering the holiday pie<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-makeover">... more</a>

Sun, Miles Away photo
December 27, 2017 | Fiction

Sun, Miles Away

Stephen Thomas

The sun is a dwarf star 93 million miles away. The Michael Lee-Chin Crystal, a spiky glass appendage that sprouts out of the Royal Ontario Museum’s original brick in downtown Toronto, was unveiled on August 5, 2007. 

Tampopo photo
December 26, 2017 | Fiction

Tampopo

Kris Hartrum

It was getting dark outside as me and Naoki walked down the paved footpath of my West Shinjuku neighborhood to the subway. It was rainy, and<a class="more" href="/web_features/tampopo">... more</a>

The Virgin Mary photo
December 22, 2017 | Fiction

The Virgin Mary

Adesuwa Agbonile

It doesn’t make the sound that you think it would make. I mean, I figured it would be loud, or top-heavy. But it sounded like almost<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-virgin-mary">... more</a>

4 Stories photo
December 21, 2017 | Fiction

4 Stories

Michael Mungiello

In this one, nothing will happen, like in life, unlike in life, where everything happens.

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play photo
December 20, 2017 | Fiction

Stop Dragging: A One Act Play

Kathy Fish

[Menopause is seated in the easy chair stage right. She is wearing a pink, bedazzled track suit. She has before her the full-length mirror. On the floor next to her, a set of hand weights, which are also pink.]

Sam and Chester photo
December 19, 2017 | Fiction

Sam and Chester

Howard Parsons

They sat on the grassy bank, clothes clinging to their wet bodies, watching the river flow. A few raindrops splashed on the surface, tiny dimples rushed away downstream. Neither of them bothered to point out that it was going to rain.

This photo
December 18, 2017 | Fiction

This

Jackson Frons

I stopped drawing stars on my student’s papers. Stars are dying suns shouting out “goodbye!” as they disappear. Why should that signify<a class="more" href="/web_features/this">... more</a>

None of This is a Metaphor photo
December 13, 2017 | Fiction

None of This is a Metaphor

Jane Liddle

I was at a party for the end of the world. I came so I wouldn’t be alone. I guess so did all the other women. They must<a class="more" href="/web_features/none-of-this-is-a-metaphor">... more</a>

For All My Strangers photo
December 11, 2017 | Fiction

For All My Strangers

Keegan Lester

We were listening to the bombing over the radio while my mother drove me to confirmation class that night.  The radio said We<a class="more" href="/web_features/for-all-my-strangers">... more</a>

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane photo
December 8, 2017 | Fiction

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane

Meghan Phillips

I could take my hands off. Just unlock them at the wrists, snap them off like the heads of artificial flowers. As long as<a class="more" href="/web_features/goodbye-mary-goodbye-jane">... more</a>

Power Lines photo
December 5, 2017 | Fiction

Power Lines

Ben Loory

The man keeps thinking about the power lines—the ones that are strung over his house. Sometimes at night, he can hear them up there,<a class="more" href="/web_features/power-lines">... more</a>

Fingerbone photo
November 30, 2017 | Fiction

Fingerbone

Melanie Ritzenthaler

They never seemed to notice me, not even when I rolled up my uniform skirt, like the other girls did, and walked the stairs in front of them.

A Man Protects His Home photo
November 28, 2017 | Fiction

A Man Protects His Home

David Gerow

I’m in the parking lot, I’ve got Sarah’s prescription, Sarah’s my wife, and I see him.

Osama bin Laden.

Dog photo
November 27, 2017 | Fiction

Dog

Brian Phillip Whalen

“Violent dog,” I said, passing the leash to Karen.

“Just toothy,” Karen said, blotting her knuckle with gauze.  “He’ll live alone.”

North of Eden photo
November 24, 2017 | Fiction

North of Eden

Sarah Harris Wallman

We went to the college up north to get away from our families, but we didn’t leave behind our need for something like a domestic bond. 

The Drive-Thru photo
November 21, 2017 | Fiction

The Drive-Thru

Ashira Shirali

Aaina’s mom collects shiny things like a magpie. The one time Aaina sneaked me into her house, I walked past rows of gold photo frames, silver handicraft elephants and raindrop chandeliers.

Dreams About Water photo
November 17, 2017 | Fiction

Dreams About Water

Duncan Whitmire

“I saw you by the river last night,” Amy says, her eyes still closed and half-covered by strands of almond-brown hair. “Why didn’t you follow me?” 

Men Decide They Want Something photo
November 16, 2017 | Fiction

Men Decide They Want Something

Michelle Ross

They laid out their sweat-stained clothing while the geyser was quiet, placid. They backed away and waited for her to erupt. 

There was no doubt in Bea’s mind that they referred to the geyser as “she.” 

The Great Iowa State Fair Haiku Contest photo
November 8, 2017 | Fiction

The Great Iowa State Fair Haiku Contest

Gary Britson

I am glad to report that the Great Iowa State Fair Haiku Contest was a roaring success. 

Halloween II photo
October 31, 2017 | Fiction

Halloween II

Elizabeth Ellen

I smile into the mirror. There is lipstick on my front teeth. I don’t rub it off.

Buzz photo
October 31, 2017 | Fiction

Buzz

Alexander Cendrowski

By the time the workers broke through my ear drum, I couldn’t hear anything anyway.

 
Halloween photo
October 30, 2017 | Fiction

Halloween

Elizabeth Ellen

I have trouble sleeping in open spaces, I tell Saul. There is a blanket on the floor of my closet.

The Metal Years photo
October 19, 2017 | Fiction

The Metal Years

Jessica Shoemaker

She didn’t spend her senior year serving soft serve and saving for a bus ticket to Los Angeles when she turned eighteen to end up riding a tandem bike around the park with some guy whose shorts were too short.

Slow Motion Heroics photo
October 16, 2017 | Fiction

Slow Motion Heroics

Joshua James Amberson

He had a few of the things that fooled the casual observer into thinking they were dealing with a grown man—useless gadgets, a five o'clock shadow, shirts with buttons on them—but in recent years he had given up the ruse and had reverted, at least internally, to the one thing that had made him happy as a child: baseball.

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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.