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December 1, 2011 | Interview

The Baggage of Our Nouns and Adjectives   an interview with: Stacey Levine

Matthew Simmons

What follows is a conversation with Stacey Levine. I have wanted to talk to Levine about her amazing work for a long time, and have generally found myself too hypnotized by it to try to unpack it.

December 1, 2011 | Interview

(reciting--not dancing) an interview with Doug Nufer

Tom Beauchamp

Doug Nufer is one of the foremost constraint-based writers in the United States. You could even say he's part of the definition of constrained writing. Seriously, type it into Wikipedia and see

December 1, 2011 | Fiction


Brandon Hobson

My boss’s dealer was an Israeli guy named Amir who lived in Highland Park with his girlfriend and drove a Porsche. I met him one afternoon my first week working at Vintage Guitars. My boss Rick was

December 1, 2011 | Fiction

One-Act Plays About Blonde-Haired Ponies

Rachel Yoder

I’ll be the blonde-haired pony and you be the three-toed sloth on LSD. You be “altered.” You be “tripping balls.” You sit there, slowly drawing booger-like animals on a pad of paper with your three

December 1, 2011 | Fiction

Her Knuckles Little Eggs

Molly Prentiss

The chemistry started in biology class. It was first period, and Roo had just gotten her first period. She could smell herself. Or she smelled something. It might have been the science room. Weird

December 1, 2011 | Fiction


Gary L. McDowell

My father, when he tried to quit smoking, used to suck on aquarium stones he sterilized at work. He claimed they worked better than candy or gum, which his doctor recommended. He’d slip a stone

November 1, 2011 |

Hobart Picks the 2011 Season

In April, we ran our first ever "Hobart expert picks" for the 2011 baseball season. With the season just now over, we thought it would be fun to revisit our picks, and the season in general. Here

November 1, 2011 | Interview

We All Participate In Our Own Self-Manifested Stories:  An Interview with David Meiklejohn, Director of My Heart is an Idiot

Matthew Simmons


Its been quite a few years since I first met fellow Michigander Davy Rothbart. I, a bookseller in Seattle. He, a collector and presenter of found objects, the man behind FOUND MAGAZINE, a

November 1, 2011 | Fiction


James Flaherty


Presume a bathroom and a row of yellow and hotly round fluorescents above the mirror. Presume a young woman with her hip to the linoleum, her temple to her wrist. She cleans with her free

November 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Second Person

Ted McLoof

You are a good-looking man. You know this because people tell you all the time, sometimes out of nowhere. You assume that people don’t get told that all the time unless it is deserved. You have

November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Easter at Uncle Nikolai's

Matthew Purdy


After the divorce, my uncle Nicolai became an amateur taxidermist. His first attempts were on roadkill, then the mice he took from the traps he set in the kitchen. He sent us pictures. My

November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy

Carmela Starace

This is the story about how I lost my husband.



Jamie had been in the hospital getting blood work and pre-op type treatment since finally,finally, he’d made it to the top of the

November 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward

Alan Stewart Carl

The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.

October 1, 2011 | Interview

A Giant Swarming Storm of Possibility   Interview with Kevin Murphy of Dark Sky Press

M Thompson

Dark Sky is a fine new publisher whose books are strange and stunning and uncommonly good. Their most recent release, Ryan Ridge’s kinetic collection of short stories, Hunters & Gamblers,

October 1, 2011 | Interview

Cities are Beautiful Creatures   10 Questions for Alex Shakar

Lindsey Drager

The epigraph to Alex Shakar’s Luminarium could be a request or a demand; “Lead me from the unreal to the real.” For Fred Brounian, it is a plea. Fred finds himself in the middle of “a spiritual

October 1, 2011 | Fiction


Rebecca Leece

I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the door! The radiators are hissing out champagne. Everyone is

October 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Wild Pack of Family Dogs

Amity R. Bitzel

It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week “wake up wake up we’re going to be late for church” and this is a joke,

October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Guinea Pig

Julie Brown

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 swim around and the sweat that slips out. I like to watch

October 1, 2011 | Fiction

At the Benjamin Franklin

Gene Kwak

People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always together, Katie Jean and I, because she has her mouth wired shut and I’m

October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Magnolia's Tattoo

Kitty Liang

The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses sticking out. It did not make me feel violated, the way I wanted and

September 1, 2011 |

Excerpt from The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Vol. 1

Kevin Wilson

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.

September 1, 2011 | Fiction

After Earthquakes

Ramon Isao


At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.

“I signed up for a thing online,” he tells me. “You put your name into this big database, along with a bunch

September 1, 2011 | Fiction

What Daddy & For The Bears

Megan Martin


What Daddy

Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also it has caused many pleasurable detriments to my existence. I have run out of

September 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Cage Beneath The Stairs

Robert Hinderliter


[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It includes all posts made from April 25 — May 6, 2011. —Robert]


April 25,

September 1, 2011 | Fiction

Excerpt From The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Volume 1

Kevin Wilson


The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)

My hands, nets. My arms, windmills. My heart, a diamond.
-Moses Cage, 1989

Cage spent three seasons as a backup left

August 1, 2011 | Fiction

My True Companion

Donna D. Vitucci

All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy Cantrell had pitched her. You didn't grow up without running through a few

August 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Door

Nick Scorza

Her husband allows her all things but one — she cannot open the door in the tower.

He is a private man — coyly old fashioned.  His face is ageless and strong, his smile is more habit than joy. 

August 1, 2011 | Fiction


Justyn Harkin



July 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Plumber Who Found Treasure

Dustin M. Hoffman

The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet squished miserably along the rows of dark Tudors built on spec. His pockets were

July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Little Girls by the Side of the Pool

Lincoln Michel

“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”

“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”

“She screamed. She screamed like a little piglet right until she hit the water.”