August 12, 2015 | Nonfiction
A Confession Via Jennifer Garner
Emily Carney
The people in my workshop suggested the stories were detailing co-dependency. From my position of fiction writer I laughed and nodded in agreement so as not to appear too sentimental towards the material. I thought of my classmates as boring and responsible and generic, and reasoned that they couldn’t understand the characters’ interactions because they were only limitedly tolerant of anything eccentric—
August 12, 2015 | Poetry
POST-RAPHAELITE BROTHERHOOD PAINTINGS
Chelsea Harlan
Painting of a Vietnamese restaurant lunch menu.
Painting of a woman being pulled out of a river
by her hair and she is smiling and her hair is dry.
Painting of a war-torn meadow:
August 11, 2015 | Interview
Blackout: an Interview with Sarah Hepola
Chloe Caldwell
the defining experience of Western women today is internal conflict
August 10, 2015 | Fiction
Kumon Thong
Corwin Ericson
Golden Boy lived in a little house on our mantlepiece.
I LOVE DIERKS BENTLEY IS SAD: A BRO COUNTRY DISPATCH
Leesa Cross-Smith
Bro Country is not all that different from dudes in general and real life. I've dated enough white dudes and went to college in Kentucky and I've been to, like, twenty-five Dave Matthews Band concerts, so, trust me, I know this stuff.
Dollar Dog Day
Tom McAllister
Oliver sat in the locker room, a towel tucked neatly around his waist, next to a Smithfield rep who was slicing open packages of hot dogs and wrapping them individually in foil. Oliver did not have
Anger Is Never Just Anger: an Interview with Sarah Gerard
Elle Nash
There were tears. When I’m writing about the past, I’m aiming to come to a place where I can feel or understand something that I’ve previously never been able to resolve. Or feel something other than anger, because anger is never just anger.
It Was The Summer They Let The Opossum Into Your Bed
Natasha Kochicheril Moni
The summer you learned who was dealing what. You were applying to programs, your pointillism, neat in ink, when a wind disappeared your drawing.
The Mindreader
Claire Polders
I am a woman of discipline, which is to say: I don’t act at random. But I once slept with a mindreader on a whim.
Some Horns (Pt. 6)
Nick Francis Potter
Amanda, I thought... I, I don't understand. You said this was over.
Great Moments in Cinematic Drinking: Live and Let Die
Matt Sailor
All Roger Moore wants is a drink. He’s had a rough couple of days. He’s Bond—James Bond—but nobody seems to believe him. He’s not in the mood for a martini, doesn’t care to micromanage the
Four Fictions
Gary J. Shipley
I’m to blame for every fake suicide this week. If anyone knocks at the door I shout the addresses of shut-ins until I hear footsteps. If the knocking continues I take my gun and start shooting through the walls.
Smeary Flowers, 1983
Lauren Camp
All I wanted was the haze of a worn gown / of sleep after the scrape of that / honey-sipped night.
Terminator Genisys / Jurassic World
Sean Kilpatrick
Hopefully, I’ve ingested enough synthetic flavor to stop my heart real early. Or to maintain tinnitus for the length of a harassing phone call. If not, the only responsibility of the adult is to be their own Kevorkian.
Three Poems
Sarah Barber
All summer the future had been coming for us like a thunderstorm at which turkeys look up and drown in the rain.
Those Bears (pt. 5)
Jarod Roselló
He was like, "Everyone knows what racoons like to do."
What an asshole.
The Man with a Fish in His Heart
Michael Credico
I had runoff all over. I hadn’t escaped the heartland.
Montage of Heck / The Wolfpack / Amy
Sean Kilpatrick
Then the world boned its youth one worse. Even if you weren’t participating, they made not giving a fuck popular.
A Closer Look
Cathy Gilbert
I do not remember this, cannot call up the image.
Three Poems
Luiza Flynn-Goodlett
This has to stop— / you're a year dead. I shatter the mirror // with a glare, pace the hall carpet, / but others arrive by dawn, agitated // by thuribles, syllables scattered from / pulpits, daughters buttoned into pastel.
Flying Machine (Pt. 5)
Lydia Conklin
Lydia! What the heck is the hold up? How long does it take to throw a rope over a branch?
Game of the Day: April 29, 2015
Jesse Sawyer
We are launching a new project, HOBART HANDBOOKS, the first project of which is our Handbook on Baseball, collecting some of our favorite pieces from our last thirteen years of online baseball
All My Coworkers When I Worked At Zeppe's
Jordan Castro
In 2011, while addicted to heroin, I briefly delivered pizza for Zeppe's, a chain restaurant in rural Northeast Ohio.