I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that... more
People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always... more
The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses... more
Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.
At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.
“I signed up for a thing online,” he... more
What Daddy
Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also... more
[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It... more
All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy... more
I can be naked and drunk on the sailboat and only the cat will ever know. She's under a deck chair, pressing her eyes like everything... more
The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet... more
“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”
“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”
“She... more
I miss Lost. I want to go on Lost with you. Let’s be on Lost together. Let’s get on a plane that says: DESTINATION - CRASH. Let’s... more
Julia Wertz's first two... more
He was putting potatoes into my hands.
“What else you need. Salt?”
He stepped over a stack of plates. I moved... more
Flight Patterns
The night the ghosts got in we went out the third floor window. I heard boot steps on the stairs and we were... more
Exley, Brock Clarke’s third novel, is the story of Miller le Ray, a boy whose father may or may not have left Miller... more
The men I meet always want someone I’m not. Naturally, I think the one I’m meeting tonight will be... more
Do not open your story by talking about the weather. Do not exceed the posted speed limits. Do not accept packages from strangers. Do... more
FORECAST
Little Thomas and I are out in the yard, ripping up dead saplings by the roots so the wind won’t. Last week a gust sent... more
Headline: DON’T SAY MOVIE UNLESS... more
Stewart O'Nan,
Author of Emily, Alone, Last Night at the Lobster, and Faithful:... more
