Stewart O'Nan,
Author of Emily, Alone, Last Night at the Lobster, and Faithful:... more
America’s Game: It is the place where memory gathers.
– Walt Whitman
1.
My mother, Brooklyn-born and raised,... more
He doesn’t float to the plate, just walks. A smattering of applause, what you’d expect on a Wednesday afternoon. “Now... more
Expecting Dodger Stadium to be half as awesome as Camelback Ranch
Asking husband why he can't lay down a bunt like... more
Home to First:
Is that really going out? Really? Jesus. C'mon don't — Oh god damn it.
Ok — head down,... more
Inning 1:
Morrie is all pins and needles going into his first at-bat. It's his first at-bat in a World Series... more
LATE SEASON
In Remington, concerned neighbors who had not seen Mrs. Gross, an elderly woman who lived alone in a corner... more
Memory is its Medium:
A Conversation with Bradford Morrow
Bradford Morrow's latest novel, The... more
Michiko takes a class to learn the guitar. The class is taught by a... more
My aunt willed me a cuckoo clock. It’s the clock I ran to watch every hour after school, waiting for the bird to pop out,... more
Editor’s Note:
The following interview was sent to Hobart unsolicited and un-pitched. It was... more
The Elders rented a two-bedroom unit in Building 16. The office staff knew Harv and Jean from their numerous complaints. Marvin... more
Patterson Thorndike is Dead
Patterson Thorndike was dead. What was Dresden supposed to do with that... more
Fitzhugh was there for the convention. Marcy held out a brochure which he took, then on his third lap around the hall, he... more
In the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, Stacy conveyed a secret to Maureen as the two dined together in the food court... more
In a city with little meaningful work, he pays for non-services, pays to be shown things he’s already looking at, for instance, or... more
“Whoever invented almond bark is a genius.” The microwave beeps and my sister grabs two oven mitts off the counter. She stabs the... more
At the hospital where my father is dying I meet an orange man. His skin is the exact color of a Clementine. He breathes from a tank... more
To begin with, you must drink. Drink and drink and drink until your thirst is satisfied but of course your thirst is never... more
February the First, 2010
Hello my friends. As many of you have heard on the news, I have decided to pay the Russian... more
You pop your cherry on top of a cliff at sunset, with a rainbow shooting from the roof and a cream soda tingling in its can on the... more
The first time I got in trouble for telling the truth it was a Monday when I was seven and my teacher asked us... more
Bridget stands close to the speakers, too close, feels the bass of them pound through her chest, a drumbeat, a makeshift... more
He was on the TV again. That pudgy-faced man strutting up and down the stage. Preaching about the downfall of the species.... more
The Obituary of Alexey P.
Alexey P. is startled to find his obituary in the... more
Once upon a time, there was a journal called Monkeybicycle. There is, of course, still a journal... more
The sky burned down last week. The ground is still covered in the charred remains of clouds and bird feathers,... more
