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The Comet photo
November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction

The Comet

Dan Higgins

I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”

 

The Comet photo
November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction

The Comet

Dan Higgins

I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”

 

Seasick photo
November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

Seasick

Christina Kapp

What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise. 

A Lot of White photo
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction

A Lot of White

Carolyn Williams-Noren

I just knew it wasn’t a wolf howling at the moon. I just knew it wasn’t a cow, wasn’t a tree, wasn’t a sunset, wasn’t a child, wasn’t an elder, wasn’t any building I’ve ever built. 

Number One photo
November 1, 2019 | Nonfiction

Number One

Paul Crenshaw

Years later I think of the poetry of peeing. The rhythm and alliteration of Russian race horse, the quick dicks and fricatives, the two tree tonals, the rhyme of drain the main vein.

Ghosts in the Trees photo
October 29, 2019 | Nonfiction

Ghosts in the Trees

Katie Darby Mullins

After I threw up in the Mexican restaurant’s normal-sized toilet and picked my stepdaughter up from school, I decided to try my migraine cure that always never works again.

1994 photo
October 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

1994

Tom McAllister

Exposing myself to the dumbest ideas and the most hateful weirdos online triggers a chemical reaction that gives me pleasure, or something like it. A hoarder of bad ideas, stacking them all up into wobbly piles that might someday topple and crush me.

The Sharp Edge of the Crayon photo
October 19, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Sharp Edge of the Crayon

Anna Laird Barto

At last our molars burst forth from the gum and we emerged from the rose-colored womb of our first grade classroom.

Bears photo
October 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

Bears

Marlene Olin

A vacation, after all, is just geography.

Soy La Teacher photo
October 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Soy La Teacher

Myriam Gurba

SOMETIMES WHITE PEOPLE THINK THAT YELLING FACILITATES LANGUAGE ACQUISITION.

Apologies photo
October 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

Apologies

Courtney Cook

Dear              ,
I’m sorry that on your birthday you lost all your money gambling while I made $250.

500 Words on Immortality  photo
September 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

500 Words on Immortality 

Dimitry Saïd Chamy

Only 498 words remain. So, let's turn to death.

The Contest  photo
September 27, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Contest 

Margaret Sherwin

From the time I was seven until I started taking Seroquel, an anti-psychotic, I had this unending feeling of doom.  ‘My go to’, be that of death.

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon photo
September 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon

Sarah Broussard Weaver

Our waitress bustles around smiling a strangely huge smile for this boring work night. My boyfriend Nick and I don’t follow football and weren’t invited to any parties, and since most Texans are either holding or attending parties the place is pretty deserted. After the waitress brings our waters she follows her normal script and asks if we want to try a signature TGI Fridays drink, but her eyes keep dancing to the bar behind us.

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System photo
September 21, 2019 | My First...

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System

David Armand

My wife and kids and I are driving around in New Orleans, not too far from where I spent the first... more

The Red Table photo
September 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Red Table

Kelly Hevel

I felt as cold and empty as that body lying in that casket lined with fabric smooth and silky white, so different from what usually cradled my grandma’s skin, those soft, oft-washed dresses always topped with a floral apron.

Coming Home photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Coming Home

Suvi Mahonen

05:05 am. My eyes open. A faint pearly blade of light squeezing past the blind. The distant metallic scrape of a moving tram.   

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding

nooks krannie

i’ve never attended a wedding and i wasn’t going to start now. my muscles were aching and my jaw was carrying a million bees, terrorizing the sides of my ears and throat. 

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer photo
September 14, 2019 | My First...

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer

Cordelia Wilks

By the time the keys were in my eager teenaged hand, this car had been through some shit. Even ignoring the holes burned into the driver’s-side door, the missing half of the left side mirror, and the warped, discolored metal down the rest of the vehicle, the car was 13 years old already, and it looked it.

Layover photo
September 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Layover

Paige Thomas

There is snow that falls like a snake. It comes from the sky hissing and finds a bush to hide beneath. The leaves on the branches of the River... more

Trendsetter  photo
September 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

Trendsetter 

Ryan Matthews

“Well, just be careful you don’t get caught with your pants down at the wrong kinda toilet.”

Egg Face photo
September 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Egg Face

Hea-Ream Lee

Sometimes I want to take the industrial strength green Korean loofah, my sandpapery mitten, and just scrub at my face until huge chunks of flesh tear away and roll into brown fleshy noodles and fall to the floor. Afterwards, I won’t be bloody and flayed, all raw nerve endings and hamburger meat, I’ll be smooth as a peeled egg, soft and firm and pliant to the touch.

 

The Pastor and Marguerite photo
September 6, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

The Pastor and Marguerite photo
September 6, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

Magic Booth photo
September 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Magic Booth

Chris J. Bahnsen

My father’s disjointed rage has shocked him—I’ve seen that look before. He no longer draws from his beer even as Dad tilts his own way up.

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.