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Now the wren has gone to roost  photo
March 31, 2017 | Nonfiction

Now the wren has gone to roost 

Drew Knapp

The trees all richly clad, yet devoid of pride, fat with birds and the season, have called back days and years for the history they are giving me. 

Shitstorm photo
March 27, 2017 | Nonfiction


Melissa Moorer

Now Dad would have to drive us to Mom’s in the shit-mobile, which probably wouldn’t start even if he could get the car doors open. Cows were standing pinned between the car and the wall and the doors had been frozen shut since the storm even without all the extra ice and frozen manure. Dad had tried pouring boiling water over the handles days ago, but the doors only worked while the handle was still too hot then froze solid again, worse than before. 

Honey Mustard photo
March 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

Honey Mustard

Michael Fischer

He could kill me right now. I’m rail-thin, depression rotting the muscle off me since I got here. He’s big and strong and calls himself Faheem.

Severance photo
March 16, 2017 | Nonfiction


Jason Metz

There are meetings in places that come disguised as something else.

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush photo
March 10, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush

Steve Anwyll

It's the middle of winter. My last submission was rejected with good cause. It went a little off the deep end.

So Your Employer Offered You a Pronoun Button photo
March 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

So Your Employer Offered You a Pronoun Button

Kelly Magee

Congratulations! Your employer is an open-minded, inclusive institution that has discovered a method to ensure the comfort of their gender non-conforming employees, and that method is buttons.

Second-Worst Death photo
March 2, 2017 | Nonfiction

Second-Worst Death

Brittany Hailer

In my grandmother’s bed, I put on her old night gown. 

More Lives Than Your Own photo
February 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

More Lives Than Your Own

Alex Ebel

A woman waited in line in front of me, anxiously watching the television behind the plexiglass partition. The gas station attendant broke rolls of quarters in half and dropped them into the register. A second woman spoke on screen, dressed in an orange pant suit, matching neon lipstick and a gold crescent moon pinned to her lapel below her microphone. I imagined the petroleum-wax scent her breath might leave as she spoke.          

Borrowed country photo
February 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

Borrowed country

Kristin Chang

Can imagine it: black vans with windows tinted green like bug eyes, all those bodies stolen away like women in wartime. 

Book Report: Based on a True Story: A Memoir by Norm Macdonald photo
January 30, 2017 | Dispatches

Book Report: Based on a True Story: A Memoir by Norm Macdonald

Steve Anwyll

I came at reading this book as I do most things. Like a fool. I expected what... more

Lana del Rey / Mary Tyler Moore: A Review of Friendship photo
January 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

Lana del Rey / Mary Tyler Moore: A Review of Friendship

Amanda Goldblatt

In memory, we wanted to repost this gem from 2014 by Amanda Goldblatt that used Mary Tyler Moore as a lens to become a "review of friendship."

The Weight photo
January 26, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Weight

Lauren Grabowski

As a houseguest, I sucked. I acted like I was doing them a favor by living there, but in reality I would have been destitute without their hospitality.

You Would Even Say It Glowed photo
January 17, 2017 | Nonfiction

You Would Even Say It Glowed

Adam Armstrong

Later that evening, when confronted about my absence, I told her that my grandfather said I looked sick and should go home. His senility always made him my reliable scapegoat.

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bête photo
January 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: L'Ombre de la bête

Steve Anwyll

...the products we couldn't get here. They'd come home with stories of innocent smiles given to bored border guards while they wore two pairs of jeans under three dresses. The trunk of their car filled with Cherry Coke and flavours of chips we couldn't comprehend. Cheap rum. Meat. Cigarettes. Electronics. 

Wild Unknown Country photo
January 9, 2017 | Nonfiction

Wild Unknown Country

Kait Heacock

Everything is cosmically predestined when you are stoned. She put off the trip as long as she could, eating three-day old pasta out of Tupperware. This is what they mean by mind-numbing. This is some strong shit.

Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums photo
December 14, 2016 | Nonfiction

Hinterland Transmissions: Visions of Sugar Plums

Steve Anwyll

I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.

All of Them Witches photo
December 1, 2016 | Nonfiction

All of Them Witches

Alex Ebel

The first seven years we dolled ourselves up as witches in black nylon and swampy grease paint.

Collection  photo
November 22, 2016 | Nonfiction


Chelsey Clammer

It’s time.

Huge Cheap Fake Meat photo
November 15, 2016 | Nonfiction

Huge Cheap Fake Meat

Amanda Goldblatt

My novel is my father, I am saying, and it too is the best art I could make but not the best art I will make. For I am 33 and my feminist Jungian therapist says often: the beginning of adulthood is forgiving your parents for their sundry errors.

Hinterland Transmissions: 2015 Was A Bad Year photo
November 10, 2016 | Nonfiction

Hinterland Transmissions: 2015 Was A Bad Year

Steve Anwyll

The next day I send the above photo to a friend in Michigan. She asks if I'm fine. And what the doctor recommended. My response is typed laughter. I tell her I've been taking it easy. Staying medicated. But the chance of seeing a doctor is slim. The hospitals are over run. She's a little surprised. It's contrary to what she's been told.

FORSAKEN: My Years as an Employee of a Dysfunctional Haunted House  photo
October 31, 2016 | Nonfiction

FORSAKEN: My Years as an Employee of a Dysfunctional Haunted House 

Amanda McNeil

Buck did a good job making his team compete with one another. Within our haunt family we had our own caste system. If you pleased Buck you were given spooky haunt nickname like Blade or Slash. A haunt name was a status symbol, and typically after you earned one you were given a baseball cap with your new haunt name and the logo on it. Buck gave me a haunt name, Forsaken, but I never got a hat.

Alexander Hamilton: a review of George Washington by Adam Fitzgerald photo
October 25, 2016 | Nonfiction

Alexander Hamilton: a review of George Washington by Adam Fitzgerald

Sam Farahmand

I am reading a poem called “George Washington” in a book of poems called George Washington in a bar called The Library in the Lower East Side of Manhattan where I am spending my last twelve dollars on four beers and my last four dollars on tipping the bartender because happy hour still hasn't started.

Hinterland Transmissions: Canadian Thanksgiving photo
October 7, 2016 | Nonfiction

Hinterland Transmissions: Canadian Thanksgiving

Steve Anwyll

But if it's anything like years passed it'll boil down to something real simple. Start drinking as soon as the coffee is done. Bottles of beer and wine. We'll wrap ourselves up in blankets to stave off the cold. Too cheap to turn on the portable radiators we use to heat our place. Her parents will call. We'll feign sobriety. A hard thing to do at 10:00 a.m. with wine-stained lips.

Autocorrecting The Lyric I photo
August 31, 2016 | Nonfiction

Autocorrecting The Lyric I

Elizabeth Powell

I understand this. This is what made me psychic. This is what makes images arrive on the doorstep with a bindle over the shoulder made of red bandana. Each man is the last man.

August 30, 2016 | Dispatches


Chelsea Martin

I got my period the moment we got to the hotel. Getting my period wasn’t going to affect any of my plans, and was no big deal, really, aside from the fact that I refuse to pay attention to my body so am always completely surprised when my period comes. As such, I had brought no supplies to Miami with me.

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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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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.