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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.

On Burning photo
August 29, 2017 | Nonfiction

On Burning

Renée Branum

If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

Hinterland Transmissions: Carnie Love photo
August 28, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: Carnie Love

Steve Anwyll

It must've been the late nineties. I was collecting welfare at the time. I couldn't have been more then 17.... more

Seven Mournings photo
August 23, 2017 | Nonfiction

Seven Mournings

Alysia Sawchyn

It is not the anniversary of her death that wrecks me but a day some weeks before it. It is the anniversary of the day I sat on my porch, barefoot, polyester graduation trappings in hand, and thought to call her but then did not because I was too busy. 

An Anatomy of Pipes photo
August 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

An Anatomy of Pipes

Hannah Doyle

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

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


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


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. 

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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.