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.
January 24, 2017 | Interview
"You look like you're trying to write the Great American Novel, which makes me want to barf": An Interview with Kevin Wilson
Aaron Burch
I've been a Kevin Wilson fan since his debut story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, first found it's way into my hands, one way or another. I've been reading and re-reading the
Stories At The Table
Eric Barnes
“They were getting ‘the talk,’” Carmen says, pausing dramatically, “and in walks a huge nurse wearing a robe.”
Feel No Ways
Sara McGrath
Looking back, the efforts we made were desperate. We took walks. In bed, he fed me grapes; chilled, out of the refrigerator. We took weekends off work, spending money in small towns where there was
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.
Three Poems
Brian Laidlaw
Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.
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.
Three Poems
CL Bledsoe & Michael Gushue
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
Thing I Didn’t Write About Whoppers and How You Broke My Heart
Tara Atkinson
This was the “Year of the Whopper”:
I ate a Whopper.
I ate a Whopper.
You dumped me.
Three Poems
Shelley Whitaker
There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise
In Silhouette
Mehdi M. Kashani
My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
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.
Three Poems
Tasha Coryell
Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.”
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Harold Stallworth
A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11, 2016
Label: Epic Records
Length: 61 minutes, 16 songs
All of my favorite people are
Near Nature, Near Perfect
Sean Towey
Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked.
You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?
A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory
Lynn Mundell
She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.
Skater Die
Joel Tomfohr
“I love watching you get dressed.”
“More than you love watching me undress?”
The Heart as a Protostar
Ferris Wayne McDaniel
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
An Interview with Adam Ehrlich Sachs
Michael Deagler
I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.
Second Engine
Sarah Bates
I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.
Monsters of Love: April Ayers Lawson on Art, Gender, Trauma and Stumbling Towards Human Connection
Mesha Maren
The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.