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At My Husband's Funeral photo
January 11, 2019 | Fiction

At My Husband's Funeral

Hannah Grieco

At my husband’s funeral, we drank Moscow Mules. I served them in copper mugs, just like you’re supposed to, and everyone thought it was adorable and heartfelt. 

Stretch Marks photo
January 7, 2019 | Fiction

Stretch Marks

Tyler Sones

Larry didn’t try to talk to me, but whenever the silence got too thick, he would squeeze my knee or knead my shoulder. I was pretty fucked up on cold medicine, and it felt like he was grabbing a hold of my bones.

Growth photo
January 4, 2019 | Fiction

Growth

Daniel Paisner

It starts like this: Hirsch leans over the sandwich board at the P&S Lunch just after the rush and feels faint.  A little touch of the... more

The Delivery photo
January 3, 2019 | Fiction

The Delivery

Erik Raschke

Ivan told me that the minute you step off the plane in America they hand you money. I keep waiting for someone to hand me money. No one has handed me money.

Two photo
December 27, 2018 | Fiction

Two

C. Allen Harrison

I took a ferry there with Babas—I was calling her Babas—she was calling me Clod I think.

Lacunae  photo
December 26, 2018 | Fiction

Lacunae 

Nathan Dragon

That this was the case for him. 

Gauchos photo
December 25, 2018 | Fiction

Gauchos

Joseph Grantham

He writes a bad poem and it’s a love poem and it’s for her and he sits down on the floor and then he stands up and goes into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door and sees that there’s an apple in the bottom drawer.

Sharp Cheddar with Dijon on Rye photo
December 24, 2018 | Fiction

Sharp Cheddar with Dijon on Rye

Christina Craigo

He watched the door, and saw that it wanted to open.

Climate and Human Activity: An Excerpt photo
December 21, 2018 | Fiction

Climate and Human Activity: An Excerpt

Kayla Blatchley

She had grown up and now lived in a cold climate that encouraged looking down.

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 1: "The Landing" photo
December 20, 2018 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 1: "The Landing"

Josh Sippie

Yoda sat atop the wreckage of his escape pod, still creaking from skidding into the murky swamp hours prior

Ant Lifeboat photo
December 19, 2018 | Fiction

Ant Lifeboat

Annie Woods

The day my brother died, my mom ran naked in the street.

After We Left photo
December 17, 2018 | Fiction

After We Left

Michael Cuglietta

The guy at the hardware store convinced me to buy a bag of concrete mix.

Hard To Know photo
December 15, 2018 | Fiction

Hard To Know

Sophie McCreesh

I remember playing some songs at four in the morning and asking if you liked them. What the songs sounded like doesn’t matter now. I only... more

Excerpt from The Old Colonialists photo
December 14, 2018 | Fiction

Excerpt from The Old Colonialists

Sam Michel

A few of the Greater Mosquitoes jogged by with their boards across the flats, all chest and teeth and bleach-brown... more

Through the Wall photo
December 12, 2018 | Fiction

Through the Wall

Harris Lahti

It’s weird at first. The tenants through the wall. Inhabiting what used to be one-half of their home. The clanging pots and toilet... more

Two Stories photo
December 11, 2018 | Fiction

Two Stories

Fiona Foster

Trigger

Up north she took her daughter for a walk to see the woods. Their host’s big yellow dog... more

The Dormitory  photo
December 10, 2018 | Fiction

The Dormitory 

Rob Walsh

At midnight there was a knock on our door, and though our hallmates often knocked at this hour

  THE JUNGLE BURIED IN REFLECTED LIGHT IS CALLING TO YOU photo
December 7, 2018 | Fiction

  THE JUNGLE BURIED IN REFLECTED LIGHT IS CALLING TO YOU

Jason Reed-Mundell

The film was a Disney re-release, full of rollicking creatures with wide-flung arms emitting human sounds through smiles that hummed and flickered like radio speakers.  Blake was too drunk to follow what was going on, but he ate his popcorn and drifted in and out of sleep, and the things were laughing and singing to him. 

The Ring (excerpt from Bengal Lights) photo
December 6, 2018 | Fiction

The Ring (excerpt from Bengal Lights)

Kirk Michael

We stepped into a washroom and I looked longer at the ring on her finger. “It’s just for starters.” She opened the... more

Tadpoles photo
December 5, 2018 | Fiction

Tadpoles

Justin Goldsmith

Out there on the hill she rides that old horse back and forth through the afternoon. I see her from the window. I think she's trying to kill... more

The Care and Feeding of Growing Things photo
December 3, 2018 | Fiction

The Care and Feeding of Growing Things

Margaret Spilman

Her husband had grown the jalapeños in the backyard along with shy heirloom tomatoes and a few anemic cucumbers.... more

You're So Fucking Dull and I'm a Shadow photo
November 30, 2018 | Fiction

You're So Fucking Dull and I'm a Shadow

Marston Hefner

I ate the steak violently because that was how I loved, and a love this intense must always be met with more.

Three Ways To Escape The Trunk of a Car photo
November 29, 2018 | Fiction

Three Ways To Escape The Trunk of a Car

Cara Dempsey

 1. Pull the Release

Before opening the trunk, consider the world outside of it. Think of the miles of hot... more

Tell Me How You Really Feel photo
November 27, 2018 | Fiction

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Claire Hopple

CALL ME BACK, the wall of the defaced bathroom stall said.

Steal One Thing From Work Every Day photo
November 26, 2018 | Fiction

Steal One Thing From Work Every Day

Joseph Parker Okay

Tori hugged the tree and went home and immediately started petting her dog

Recent Books

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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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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

Saul Stories is a linked collection that explores the relationships between a forty-year-old female artist, her teenaged daughter, and her daughter's friends. With ferocious realism, the book interrogates how children of differing classes and races are treated in the U.S., and the salacious and skeptical ways the current culture views cross-generational friendships. But most potently—in narratives taking place in Denny's and movie theatres and living rooms and cars—Saul Stories wonders what it means to be a woman and an artist and a mother, all at once.