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What I Think About When I Hear "Take Me Home, Country Roads" photo
July 17, 2017 | Nonfiction

What I Think About When I Hear "Take Me Home, Country Roads"

Sara Schaff

The summer I dated a painter I did not love, I modeled sometimes for a retired professor's drawing class. 

The Bends photo
July 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Bends

Tracy Haack

I lift my knees to walk in flippers, grab a glass of water in the kitchen before high-stepping my way back to the living room where Joe and I have dinner in front of the television.

A Few Thoughts While Shaving photo
July 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Few Thoughts While Shaving

Kristen Millares Young

It’s getting harder and harder to shave my pussy, let alone the tight star of my asshole.

dimanche le 20 mai 2017 photo
July 5, 2017 | Dispatches

dimanche le 20 mai 2017

Steve Anwyll

1. I cut through the small park. Come out the other side. As soon as I do I feel eyes on me. I look up from the... more

168 Hours on the Las Vegas Strip photo
June 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

168 Hours on the Las Vegas Strip

Erin Langner

You would be forgiven for thinking Vegas is not the place for you. 

How to Be a Disney photo
June 20, 2017 | Nonfiction

How to Be a Disney

Chachi Hauser

The first thing you need to know about being a Disney is that you should avoid letting anyone know that you are one.

The Habit of Cutting In the Edges photo
June 12, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Habit of Cutting In the Edges

Andrew Johnson

You gather one brush, one can of paint, one room, and one hand tethered to attention.

Ghosts photo
June 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Ghosts

Brent Fisk

I began my life in a trailer. A black and white shaky construction plunked on a corner some farmer had carved out of an old cow pasture. One silver maple with a rotten core clung to life. I watched the world outside through drafty windows and remember the shade slapping the sash when the wind picked up. 

Hinterland Transmissions:  Folly At The Laundromat photo
June 2, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions:  Folly At The Laundromat

Steve Anwyll

Of course the laundromat goes quiet. I glance around. We're all shocked. I catch the eyes of a little girl. Hair in pigtails. She looks scared.

My Father is a Collection photo
June 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

My Father is a Collection

David Bersell

I used to think my father was a baseball card.

Pretty Potion photo
May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

Open Your Heart photo
May 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Open Your Heart

Erika Kleinman

When we first met in the early ‘90s, we had stage names. She went by Kali and I went by Olivia. 

Relisted photo
May 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

Relisted

Josh Olsen

For the third time in as many months, I received an automated email from ebay, stating, “An item you’ve been watching has been relisted.” 

The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant photo
April 28, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant

Brendan Donley

What can be said about this game that hasn’t already been said about Christmas morning? Better than that. The first day of a summer break. Better than that. Evening fireworks on the 4th of July. That, too. Better than all. A graduation, an engagement, a marriage, a festival, a celebration. An outdoor fete to anything.

The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully photo
April 27, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully

Brendan Donley

Vin Scully alone in a broadcast booth, talking by himself, talking to us. Assuring the world that all’s well in Dodgeralia. Calm. Composed. At home, in a park he’ll depart at season’s end. Handpicking his words, off endless branches, branches’ branches, in a deep memory he builds, maintains over many years, keeps polished like a jewel.

He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series photo
April 24, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series

Jason Koo

It is a game of beautiful pauses, pauses that take up so much of the game’s duration that calling them “pauses” seems inaccurate; the moments of action, rather, are what interrupt the long stretches of inaction.

Delayed Romance photo
April 21, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Delayed Romance

Aaron Sinner

Ten years removed from my youth baseball experience, I find myself in a car with four baseball-obsessed college buddies, headed toward the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome to see the Minnesota Twins play a mid-September game against the Detroit Tigers. I have no idea why I’m here.

Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy photo
April 14, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy

Julia Dixon Evans

I wanted to focus on the real victims, unthinkable crimes against them, but I kept coming back to those batting cages, to that uniform in Coach B's house.

Right Field Line photo
April 12, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Right Field Line

Dylan Taylor

The victors every year were The Plague. They were barrel chested, they were drunk, they were titans, hitting pitch after pitch back to the fences were the Classics hid their weaker players. 

Hateball photo
April 4, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Hateball

Bud Smith

I wanted to quit, and was too young to realize that I could just quit anything.

Now the wren has gone to roost  photo
March 31, 2017 | Nonfiction

Now the wren has gone to roost 

Drew Knapp

The trees all richly clad, yet devoid of pride, fat with birds and the season, have called back days and years for the history they are giving me. 

Shitstorm photo
March 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shitstorm

Melissa Moorer

Now Dad would have to drive us to Mom’s in the shit-mobile, which probably wouldn’t start even if he could get the car doors open. Cows were standing pinned between the car and the wall and the doors had been frozen shut since the storm even without all the extra ice and frozen manure. Dad had tried pouring boiling water over the handles days ago, but the doors only worked while the handle was still too hot then froze solid again, worse than before. 

Honey Mustard photo
March 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

Honey Mustard

Michael Fischer

He could kill me right now. I’m rail-thin, depression rotting the muscle off me since I got here. He’s big and strong and calls himself Faheem.

Severance photo
March 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

Severance

Jason Metz

There are meetings in places that come disguised as something else.

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush photo
March 10, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush

Steve Anwyll

It's the middle of winter. My last submission was rejected with good cause. It went a little off the deep end.

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