And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming
--Tom Waits
He came from Wal-Mart. Some fellow was loitering by the... more
It's August, and it smells like grass and cranberry fruit snacks. I pick my brother up from the post office where he works.... more
Ryan Boudinot is a Hobart favorite -- heck, he edited our fourth issue. There are few contemporary writers we'd... more
At school, we were allowed to wear costumes but were not allowed to bring treats. So we'd made the most of it -- we wore our costumes, we... more
We spread a blanket off to one side of the boat launch, under some trees. Island Lake, in Shelton, Washington, is surrounded by... more
NOTE TO READERS: this interview with Victor LaValle went much longer than expected, and we couldn't bear to part... more
The apartment smells of burnt toast when Marcia arrives home from work. Her husband, Gary, having toasted two loaves that afternoon,... more
Rick Moody's not the kind of writer who needs one of these introductory paragraphs. Author of some of our most... more
I'm functional in the sense that I make it to evening confrontations. At the sushi bar, Gita keeps talking about some girl she works... more
"You played sports?" he asks over dinner. They're having baked chicken and baked potatoes. Clean food is how she thinks of it, only a... more
The hair monster checked out the ass of a handicapped woman. She was standing with her back turned when the... more
Roy Kesey's best stories manage to be hilarious and poignant, absurd and intelligent, amusing but still close to the... more
She was what his father, who had a Betty Grable calendar in the garage, used to call a bleached blonde, and she was kind of daffy-taffy... more
The earth is deep brown and peppered with crows. Sorry-looking cows nuzzle the frozen refuge. Two mongrel dogs, skinny,... more
Gerry let out a loud belch and tried unsuccessfully to focus on Albert.
"I've got to get her back. I miss her so... more
What was he thinking? Any one of us could've found it. Cards, letters, notes, and worst of all, photos. A woman -- a blonde, of all... more
Jeffrey Brown entered the comics world with three intimate autobiographical graphic novels about failed... more
She had death in her hands, in her heart, in the americ tang of her angry sweat: she was jealous of a piece of bread. It was a dark,... more
I.
Deirdre doesn't talk to Nicole anymore, but she thinks she does. Last winter, six months went by with neither one of them saying... more
1. Ionization
In a city where everything feels a bit belated, where the clever ones... more
Kitty peeled dead flies off the screen. She squinted in the direction of the boatyard. "No boats today," she muttered to... more
It is 1:38 pm the day after the event and the best way I can think of to... more
Very soon, a book named Famous Fathers will appear on bookshelves. It's by the astonishing Pia Ehrhardt.
This is... more
Leonard Crank is an ass. He's a beer-in-a-can-drinking, White-Owl-cigar-smoking, wife-beater-wearing, greasy-haired slug. He... more
