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"Alive" photo
November 6, 2018 | Nonfiction


Jacqueline Kirkpatrick

If not for “Alive,” I’d be dead. 

The Bird of Love and Loyalty photo
November 2, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Bird of Love and Loyalty

William Lychack

Nothing would deter us.

To The Princesses I've Broken photo
October 31, 2018 | Nonfiction

To The Princesses I've Broken

Chelsea Sheneman

From The Happiest Place On Earth

Touching Strangers photo
October 29, 2018 | Nonfiction

Touching Strangers

Tamara Adelman

The door is open, I said, just come in.

After the Call about My Dad’s House Burning Down photo
October 26, 2018 | Nonfiction

After the Call about My Dad’s House Burning Down

Guy Choate

Liz and I sit up with a start.

My Mother Left Me photo
October 26, 2018 | Nonfiction

My Mother Left Me

Anastasia Selby

An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.

Autopsy photo
October 24, 2018 | Nonfiction


Whitney Lee

We met in the pathology suite ––me the medical student––you the corpse.

Abigail photo
October 23, 2018 | Nonfiction


Ryan Kim

We had a crab dinner at my uncle’s that night.

Notes On Scarring photo
October 19, 2018 | Nonfiction

Notes On Scarring

Jonathan Gleason

The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.

The Day Morgan Freeman Nearly Crashed Into Our House photo
October 17, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Day Morgan Freeman Nearly Crashed Into Our House

Sarah E. Ruhlen

I flipped on the lights, turned up the furnace, and cranked some Stevie Wonder.

Hinterland Transmissions: SUMAC, Dälek and Infernal Coil photo
October 10, 2018 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: SUMAC, Dälek and Infernal Coil

Steve Anwyll

And christ it's gonna be hot inside the tiny bar where SUMAC is playing tonight. I should've stayed home. Like I always do. An old man on his couch.

Death Metal Hobart Bison T-Shirts Avail Now photo
October 4, 2018 | Nonfiction

Death Metal Hobart Bison T-Shirts Avail Now

Aaron Burch

the above "death metal style" Hobart shirts, available through Cotton Bureau for the next two weeks. Order one (or three!) now!

September 18, 2018 | Nonfiction


Mary Alice Stewart

Ours was a world that devised its own sense.

The Artist photo
September 13, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Artist

Rob Reynolds

The tree frog plays his violin.

Precious Bodies photo
September 5, 2018 | Nonfiction

Precious Bodies

Gabriella Giambanco

There was still nailpolish on her toes and fingers.

When I Am Delilah photo
August 29, 2018 | Nonfiction

When I Am Delilah

D. Gilson

“You’re crafty and wise,” the quiz’s benevolent gods tell me.

Hunger Made The Woman Obsessed photo
August 22, 2018 | Nonfiction

Hunger Made The Woman Obsessed

Amanda Dycus

Tortellini becomes my password for everything.

Rising Inaction photo
August 17, 2018 | Nonfiction

Rising Inaction

Ash Sanders

It’s Saturday night, and I am cleaning the kitchen because it’s easier than cleaning up my life; I am putting away dishes because I... more

Fun Facts photo
August 15, 2018 | Nonfiction

Fun Facts

Donald Ryan

What do you get when you mix and elephant with a rhino?


That joke has always held a special place with me. I first heard it... more

The Beauty Mark photo
August 14, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Beauty Mark

Rani Neutill

“You are cursed,” my Dida said, solidifying the bells of mortality that were ringing.
Ki?” I responded, my eyes wide with fear and panic.
“There is a beauty mark here inside you. It means you are cursed with sexiness.”

This Is What (Real) Freedom Is photo
August 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

This Is What (Real) Freedom Is

Nikki Lyssy

It doesn’t matter how many times the essayist — the blind essayist — tries to write what it’s like being in the driver’s... more

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Memorabilia photo
August 8, 2018 | Nonfiction

"Talkin' Bout Practice": Memorabilia

Alyssa Oursler

I made eye contact, made the purchase, stored it between other magazines on my bookshelf.

Requiem photo
August 1, 2018 | Nonfiction


C. Alessandra Colaianni

On the street, the music thundered from an unseen source, day and night – but it was, oddly, only audible from the sidewalk. Once ensconced inside our house, we forgot about it, as we neglected so many external things during medical school.

The Most Logical Scramble Imaginable photo
July 31, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Most Logical Scramble Imaginable

Michael Mungiello

These days writers are obsessed with themselves and once upon a time they were exactly the same way, obsessed with... more

How Vanilla Became White photo
July 27, 2018 | Nonfiction

How Vanilla Became White

Deborah Thompson

A spoonful of vanilla ice cream crosses oceans of history. Hold that dollop on the back of your tongue.  Consider.

Today,... more

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."

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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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Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.