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The Second Person photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Second Person

Ted McLoof

You are a good-looking man. You know this because people tell you all the time, sometimes out of nowhere. You assume that people... more

Easter at Uncle Nikolai's photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Easter at Uncle Nikolai's

Matthew Purdy

 

After the divorce, my uncle Nicolai became an amateur taxidermist. His first attempts were on roadkill, then the... more

Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy

Carmela Starace

This is the story about how I lost my husband.

 

 

Jamie had been in the hospital getting blood work and... more

A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward

Alan Stewart Carl

The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.

Aristocrats photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Aristocrats

Rebecca Leece

I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the... more

A Wild Pack of Family Dogs photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Wild Pack of Family Dogs

Amity R. Bitzel

It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week... more

Guinea Pig photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Guinea Pig

Julie Brown

I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that... more

At the Benjamin Franklin photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

At the Benjamin Franklin

Gene Kwak

People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always... more

Magnolia's Tattoo photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Magnolia's Tattoo

Kitty Liang

The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses... more

After Earthquakes photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

After Earthquakes

Ramon Isao

 

At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.

“I signed up for a thing online,” he... more

What Daddy & For The Bears photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

What Daddy & For The Bears

Megan Martin

 

What Daddy

Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also... more

The Cage Beneath The Stairs photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Cage Beneath The Stairs

Robert Hinderliter

 

[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It... more

Excerpt From The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Volume 1 photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

Excerpt From The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Volume 1

Kevin Wilson

 

The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)


My hands, nets. My arms,... more

My True Companion photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

My True Companion

Donna D. Vitucci

All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy... more

Water People photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

Water People

Casey Hannan

I can be naked and drunk on the sailboat and only the cat will ever know. She's under a deck chair, pressing her eyes like everything... more

The Door photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Door

Nick Scorza

Her husband allows her all things but one — she cannot open the door in the tower.

He is a private man — coyly old fashioned.  His face... more

Slips photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

Slips

Justyn Harkin

 

 

The Plumber Who Found Treasure photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Plumber Who Found Treasure

Dustin M. Hoffman

The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet... more

Little Girls by the Side of the Pool photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Little Girls by the Side of the Pool

Lincoln Michel

“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”

“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”

“She... more

We Have to Go Back photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

We Have to Go Back

xTx

I miss Lost. I want to go on Lost with you. Let’s be on Lost together. Let’s get on a plane that says: DESTINATION - CRASH. Let’s... more

Midair photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Midair

Glen Pourciau

How do you see yourself? the questioner at the other end of the table asks. Stumped, earlier questions more specific, handle on the context,... more

Jacob photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Jacob

JA Tyler

It is raining and Jacob is a boy.

Jacob is a boy and once climbed a tree and once fell from a tree and once, when he was up in a tree and... more

Anne Murphy Garrity photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Anne Murphy Garrity

Anne Murphy Garrity

 

 

Fermin Gave Me Food photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Fermin Gave Me Food

C.A. Harrison

 

He was putting potatoes into my hands.

“What else you need. Salt?”

He stepped over a stack of plates. I moved... more

Therapy photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Therapy

Lizzy Acker

Courtney Love’s mom lived in house three blocks away from mine when I was growing up. She was a therapist for married people and children of... more

Recent Books

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."

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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.