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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.

Shooting the Horse photo
December 18, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shooting the Horse

John Bennion

Confessions don’t make good stories. 

fool's paradise photo
December 15, 2017 | Nonfiction

fool's paradise

Alyssa Oursler

 It doesn't take much for a curve to become a coil, for a bridge to become a cage.

Winter in Guayaquil photo
December 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

Winter in Guayaquil

Jean Ferruzola

That winter my mother takes me to her country, a little place on the equator I had not yet seen.

Hinterland Transmissions: A Day In Dust Bunny City photo
December 4, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: A Day In Dust Bunny City

Steve Anwyll

I don't like most people. And have been jealous of Bud for ages. With reason.

Burning Man photo
November 30, 2017 | Nonfiction

Burning Man

Mike Nagel

Nothing has ever happened that didn't make perfect sense. 

Nothing yet anyway.

Most of My Memories Age 5-11 (Abridged) photo
November 21, 2017 | Nonfiction

Most of My Memories Age 5-11 (Abridged)

Adam Voith

101.  A Christmas morning fight with mom. / 103.  The space shuttle exploding over and over on the TV in the school cafeteria. / 104.  My yellow v-neck sweater with key-shaped lapel pin which read JESUS.

Hinterland Transmissions: The Piece Of Shit That Lives Inside Me photo
October 20, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: The Piece Of Shit That Lives Inside Me

Steve Anwyll

Now here I am. The same fucking predicament all over. The universe testing to see what I'll do.

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey photo
October 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey

Joe Sacksteder

Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller)

It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at Harvard... more

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America photo
September 28, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America

Steve Anwyll

Sitting in the Montreal bus terminal I make a decision. To eat the last of my weed candies. 

260 Saturdays photo
September 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

260 Saturdays

Jody Kennedy

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

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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.