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To Speak of the Woe that is in Marriage by Robert Lowell
Suzanne Scanlon
Roxana and Robert are in therapy because they argue: about the baby, about the laundry, about therapy, and about therapy, too.
Horrible Things Happen
Adam Lefton
Can you teach an eighteen-year-old trauma?
Ultra Light
Sam Virzi
Pretty girls appeared from behind huge wooden poles below the boardwalk.
The Quandary of The Pointy Objects Annex
Zachary Tyler Vickers
It’s an uphill battle to transition to a lifestyle of blunt objects.
Dating a Somnambulist
Kate Folk
One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest
Chinese Tea Party
Elissa Cahn
Spring was flipper-fitting season for young Olympic hopefuls like Jeannie. Although it was only March, Jeannie already had her gill implants; Dr. Rickman, a leading expert in the field of
Leona Never Happened
Julia Evans
Peter first met (well, you know. "Met.") Leona when he was five years old. It would be thirty years before he would spend every austral summer counting penguins on a tiny field station in
Antarctica
A. Werner
Antarctica wants you dead.
The research scientists bundle you up in outside-resistant clothing and put you outside the insulated walls of the research station. Your feet sink into the dry white
Ten Fingered Ten Toed Two Eyed Blue Eyed Nobody
Mika Taylor
She had different stories for different people.
“Lost it in a hunting accident.”
“Shot off in the war.”
“Born without it.”
“Bandsaw.”
“Woodchipper.”
“Gangrene.”
Each
The Stink of Horses: Excerpts from The Marina Golovina Controversy by the Ballet Book Series
Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam
“I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.”
-- Anton Chekhov
“When I dance, the stage shakes with my weight.
Final Warning
Nora Bonner
Betty crossed her yard and our street and my yard holding a bundle of mail.
Three Stories
Mike Topp
The Light Bulb
Man did not get the idea for the light bulb from those cartoons when someone gets an idea.
Robinson Crusoe
Robinson Crusoe’s last words were not
The Panda Barn
Lyndsey Reese
It’s called The Panda Barn, where you can go and it’ll just be rows and rows of beds
This Is What That Means
Maggie Donohue
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
3 Fictions
Erica Stern
The Day Shirley Temple Died
I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe
A Beautiful Woman of the World
R. Dale Smith
I sat in my chair and stared at her.
To the Man with the Synthesized Voice
Rebecca Givens Rolland
It was obvious to me that you needed to talk, and I was there to listen and record.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!