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Things in my Room: Mirror Ball photo
May 11, 2018 | Nonfiction

Things in my Room: Mirror Ball

Martha Grover

It’s someone’s job to bury the dead.

The Unfinished City photo
May 1, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Unfinished City

Barrett Bowlin

On my last night in Zhenjiang, the three other laowai and I—each of us western foreigners: three upstaters and a guy from Toronto—walk the condominium-lined miles out to the banks of the Yangtze river.

Ground Rules photo
April 27, 2018 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Ground Rules

Shana Agid

Summers to Harridge, April 20, 1950: I am writing to inform you of the changes in the Washington ball park. It is rather difficult to... more

This is my brain on baseball photo
April 11, 2018 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

This is my brain on baseball

Alice Lowe

Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...

Congratulate Me, Too photo
April 4, 2018 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Congratulate Me, Too

Josh Sippie

I couldn’t cut my hair (I’m no sheep) and I sure as hell couldn’t change my love of the Houston Astros.

Portrait Hall Palimpsest: Storied Houses photo
March 16, 2018 | Nonfiction

Portrait Hall Palimpsest: Storied Houses

Kierstin Bridger

Canvas after canvas I see my life in scenes the artist cannot know.

Hinterland Transmissions: All The Makings Of A Real Bad Day photo
March 9, 2018 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: All The Makings Of A Real Bad Day

Steve Anwyll

Then I hear it. Loud as the train coming into the station. Fuckinragabagagrrahfuuck. Ah ha. Of course. The unmistakable call of the down and out drunk.

We Need to Talk photo
March 5, 2018 | Nonfiction

We Need to Talk

Lauren Grabowski

I immediately remembered the Sex and the City episode where Samantha wants to sleep with the Franciscan priest she refers to as Friar Fuck.

Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter photo
February 13, 2018 | Nonfiction

Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter

Emma Terhaar

Do you ever make pieces of origami, folding a sheet of paper over and over intentionally? Do you feel silly? Do you question each fold, or trust that the folds will add up to the frog or the bird you were promised?

The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo photo
February 5, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo

Sean Gill

They may even remember that while the game licensed team names, logos, and stadiums, and specifically licensed Ken Griffey Jr.'s name, statistics, and likeness—they did not license the names of Major League Baseball's other 699 players.

Forever Ago photo
January 31, 2018 | Dispatches

Forever Ago

Bud Smith

Radio Tower, 4yrs old

The radio tower had big cones on top. We were in the car and I said to mom, “What are those?” She didn't... more

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach photo
January 19, 2018 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach

Steve Anwyll

Had a little accident last night Stevie, my boss yells. Tote fell over in the back of a truck. Someone's gotta clean up all that fish. I turn my head from him. Stare off out passed the end of the harbour. Where the horizon and Lake Eerie meet. Dissolve into one another. The breeze in my hair. Thinking why me?

My Literal Demons photo
January 12, 2018 | Nonfiction

My Literal Demons

Frances Chiem

There are very few places in suburban, quasi-rural Eastern Washington to privately banish a demon when you’re a teen witch still living in your parents’ house. 

Everything After photo
January 10, 2018 | Nonfiction

Everything After

Chloe Caldwell

After I finished the reading, I waited a couple minutes, browsing books, until I left the bookstore - alone. All the women who’d watched me, who were so supportive, so attractive, were huddled in a group. They were friends, they were a community.

In the 70s Everyone, Including Mannequins, Had Nipples photo
January 4, 2018 | Nonfiction

In the 70s Everyone, Including Mannequins, Had Nipples

Lynn Schmeidler

Once upon a time there was no sex, but sex was everywhere: in Laura's 6th grade locker with her roll-on deodorant, in Dr. Davidson's walk—slow and tight-calved, in Mr. Robinson's guitar—Cat Steven's "Wild Worldeach afternoon before the bell, in Mrs. Roger's wavy, knee- length red hair—smelling of Wella Balsam and cigarettes. 

Mesa, Arizona, 1985 photo
December 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Mesa, Arizona, 1985

Elizabeth Ellen

By the time I arrived at the Phoenix airport the next summer I was thirty pounds heavier. I’d spent the previous nine months eating vending machine moonpies and packaged cookies in my dorm room.

A Starting Lineup Baseball Collector's Stand photo
December 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Starting Lineup Baseball Collector's Stand

Aaron Burch

This was the year Canseco was the first to join the 40/40 club, hitting over 40 homeruns and stealing 40 bases in the same season. 

Contained photo
December 26, 2017 | Nonfiction


Janet Dale

I still remember the hard plastic carrying case I toted around as a preteen in Southern Germany. Bright purple with an aqua-colored latch and handle, it often made the 45-minute car trip from our first-floor apartment on the Army base where my family was stationed to my mother’s hometown when we visited on the weekends.

Africa! photo
December 25, 2017 | Nonfiction


Uzodinma Okehi

My grandfather, his English name was Benson. As the houseboys opened the gates, he came out on the balcony and fired off a shotgun, boom, one or two blasts.

The Icicles photo
December 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Icicles

Chelsea Martin

I made my mom promise me that she was going to live until she was 100 years old, and I would be 82 and we would die together, peacefully, holding hands. 

'Twas the Night Before Christmas photo
December 22, 2017 | Nonfiction

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Mary Miller

My siblings and I never liked each other as much as we did on those early mornings; we never made a better team. 

Christmases  photo
December 21, 2017 | Nonfiction


Bud Smith

Carefully open the wrapping paper. Inside is Teddy Ruxbin. See his stupid face on the box. Fuck you, Teddy Ruxbin. He reads you bedtime stories if you put a cassette tape in his abdomen.

Juliet-the-Detective photo
December 20, 2017 | Nonfiction


Juliet Escoria

So a few weeks before that Christmas, I decided to do some detective work. I was interested in science and generally curious ...

The Eve Of X-mas 1994; or thereabouts photo
December 19, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Eve Of X-mas 1994; or thereabouts

Steve Anwyll

So on this X-mas eve. There I was. Sitting in the basement. On an old blue sectional couch. Alone

Charlton Heston played John the Baptist but I remember him as Jesus photo
December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction

Charlton Heston played John the Baptist but I remember him as Jesus

Elle Nash

- My best friend and I drink cheap vodka in water bottles on Christmas Eve, watching Jesus movies with my parents.

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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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Chloe Caldwell

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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.