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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.

(re)liability photo
September 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

(re)liability

Clayre Benzadón

Cars fly by, the collective braking tantrum screech, the only speech the boy knows well enough. 

No One Has Ever Been Raptured photo
September 3, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

No One Has Ever Been Raptured

Jo Barchi

Her head is hung in anguish. She has opened the window. She is telling Satan to leave our house. She is upset with us.

Nearing 40 photo
September 2, 2019 | Nonfiction

Nearing 40

Peter Witte

I am no longer youthful, but not quite middle aged either. Traces of a younger me are present, though fading.

HOW TO FINALLY LEAVE YOUR ABUSER: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL  EDITION photo
August 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

HOW TO FINALLY LEAVE YOUR ABUSER: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL  EDITION

Marisa Crane

 

Warning: CHOKING HAZARD—Not suitable for anyone who has trouble swallowing... more

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family photo
August 28, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family

Mike Nagel

I wanted them to think that I'd developed some sort of heat resistant super power. "This?" I said. "This is nothing," even as sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes. 

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family photo
August 28, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family

Mike Nagel

I wanted them to think that I'd developed some sort of heat resistant super power. "This?" I said. "This is nothing," even as sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes. 

Sometimes He Calms the Storm photo
August 26, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Sometimes He Calms the Storm

Jessica Forcier

I had no brothers or sisters, so I received a single white envelope. I took my time opening it. I watched as those around me opened theirs. One of my friends started crying. Breathing deeply, I read mine.

Uncommon Prayer photo
August 16, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Uncommon Prayer

Julia Dixon Evans

He was super into God. He was super into church. And he was super into me

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus photo
August 8, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus

Paul Crenshaw

This was the summer after seventh grade, and all my thoughts were sinful, according to the church. The year before I had confessed all my crimes and a man in hip waders held me under water until all the evil in me had fled the power of Christ’s approach, but now, in the early stages of my adolescence, I was obsessed with the opposite sex.

 

My First Weapon photo
August 3, 2019 | My First...

My First Weapon

Laura Todd Carns

My first boyfriend collected knives. He was the kind of boy who listened to Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne, who liked to draw superheroes... more

Poked in the Eye: A Brief History photo
August 2, 2019 | Adventures in Eyeballs

Poked in the Eye: A Brief History

Joshua James Amberson

Soon after I received my first eye injection a decade ago, the movie list began. “It reminds me of that scene in... more

On Prognostication photo
July 31, 2019 | Nonfiction

On Prognostication

Jennifer Wortman

I can’t see the future, though sometimes I see someone on the street and think it’s someone I know, but it’s not; a few minutes later, I see the person I’d thought the other person was. 

"Talkin' Bout Practice": This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals... photo
July 26, 2019 | Dispatches

"Talkin' Bout Practice": This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals...

Alyssa Oursler

This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals Because... more

A Season for Suicides photo
July 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

A Season for Suicides

Munib Khan

Picture a village in south Punjab. Flat, irrigated land, low distant hills, rice and wheat fields.

Meanwhile, Et in Arcadia photo
July 23, 2019 | Nonfiction

Meanwhile, Et in Arcadia

Patrick Crerand

Of course, Jesus only had hyssop—a bitter wine on a wet sponge—during the passion, but that was not an option at the concession stand.

My First CD: Cher's Believe photo
July 20, 2019 | My First...

My First CD: Cher's Believe

Doug Paul Case

I don’t remember when portable CD players came out, but I know the one my aunt got me for Christmas was the first to arrive... more

My First Car: '86 powder blue Hyundai named Carolyn photo
July 20, 2019 | My First...

My First Car: '86 powder blue Hyundai named Carolyn

Melissa Ragsly

That first year of having her, I would drive by myself, just to feel that relief of no anxiety. I... more

Home Maintenance photo
July 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

Home Maintenance

Dan Shiffman

When so much energy is spent on surveying the territory, adapting to the wonders and confusions of a new place, there isn’t always room to develop as a person.

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.