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June 9, 2021 | Fiction

Have You Heard From Our Assassin?

Josh Bell

I ask because, of course, I haven’t heard from our assassin.

June 4, 2021 | Fiction

La Misión

Olivia Peña

It was a sidewalk funeral.

June 4, 2021 | Fiction

La Misión

Olivia Peña

It was a sidewalk funeral.

May 28, 2021 | Fiction

The Olive Theory

Maggie Pahos

This is how I want to remember us: the tattered rooster blanket, the wine bottle with a pen through the cork, Herc’s fur in tumbleweeds in the grass, Audrey’s red fingernails...

May 28, 2021 | Fiction

The Olive Theory

Maggie Pahos

This is how I want to remember us: the tattered rooster blanket, the wine bottle with a pen through the cork, Herc’s fur in tumbleweeds in the grass, Audrey’s red fingernails...

May 26, 2021 | Fiction

Local Curses

Jack Vening

There was no mystery to why we learned these things. Our parents told them to make the good times a little harder, or the hard times just a little bit worse. What is security but another opportunity to be creative in our fear.

May 26, 2021 | Fiction

Local Curses

Jack Vening

There was no mystery to why we learned these things. Our parents told them to make the good times a little harder, or the hard times just a little bit worse. What is security but another opportunity to be creative in our fear.

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 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 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 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

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 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 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 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 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 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.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

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

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub