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Paradise Lost photo
May 14, 2015 | Fiction

Paradise Lost

Samuel Ligon

Is there anything more adorable than a drunk toddler? I don’t mean a slurring, stumbling, falling down, cursing toddler, though we often enough found ourselves in that state, but an evenly buzzed toddler, whose mother can offset whiskey intake with soothing butter, maintaining her toddler’s perfect, moderate drunkenness.

5 ways of throwing something into the boston public gardens swan pond photo
May 13, 2015 | Poetry

5 ways of throwing something into the boston public gardens swan pond

John Mortara

1.         board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your phone absently / remember
            how so many people needed your attention last month that it made you want to

As Easter Approaches photo
May 13, 2015 | Fiction

As Easter Approaches

Louise De Vilmorin; translated by Madeleine Maillet

Another family story. I can’t get away from it. As Easter approaches, I find myself thinking about one of my aunts who, when it came to transportation, had only known the transportations of

Summer (again) photo
May 12, 2015 | Poetry

Summer (again)

Joseph Anderson

I am remembering it wrong but do not care.

Notes on the difference between conclusive and inconclusive photo
May 12, 2015 | Nonfiction

Notes on the difference between conclusive and inconclusive

Lisa Annelouise Rentz

I love it when I’m speeding and then again I love it when I crash.

Distrito Federal photo
May 11, 2015 | Fiction

Distrito Federal

Nora Lange

If Conlon wasn’t busy composing music for the player piano, he spent his time mulling over cryptic scenarios that provoked his interest; for instance, how a boat made out of paper illustrated to resemble wood looks like a boat made out of wood.

Some Horns (pt. 2) photo
May 10, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Some Horns (pt. 2)

Nick Francis Potter

Oh, sheesh! ... What the heck?

Lazy Wolf Comics photo
May 8, 2015 | Lazy Wolf

Lazy Wolf Comics

Alex Jiang

I created my own Rube Goldberg machine!

The Performers photo
May 8, 2015 | Fiction

The Performers

Agri Ismaïl

She glances into a pocket mirror. She is WIFE now. She doesn’t need to go through her lines, she’s been doing this for years.

Two Poems photo
May 7, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Parker

Kentucky Swami

(For Tim Skeen)

                         "Poetry / makes nothing happen" –Auden

                        "yet men die miserably every day / 

2 Wrestling Comics photo
May 7, 2015 | Comics

2 Wrestling Comics

Colette Arrand & Scott Stripling

After We Lose Her photo
May 6, 2015 | Fiction

After We Lose Her

Reem Abu-Baker

Michele Lee woos my husband through the screen and also through the decades.

The Sister You Never Had photo
May 6, 2015 | Comics

The Sister You Never Had

Quintin Caldwell

Strange Lands photo
May 5, 2015 | Nonfiction

Strange Lands

Jennifer Quartararo

Abdullah greeted me outside of the Jaipur, India train station, asking if I needed a ride. He was quick to show me his official license, knew where my hotel was located and did not make false claims about it having burned down recently, a popular scheme according to my Lonely Planet guidebook. 

Devolution photo
May 5, 2015 | Comics


Pete Witte

Three Poems photo
May 4, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Karen Skolfield

When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.

Notes to My Ex photo
May 4, 2015 | Comics, Poetry

Notes to My Ex

Laura Kraay

Sunday Comics photo
May 3, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Sunday Comics

Starting today, we've got a new feature:  "Sunday Comics"!

Basically, we're going to start serializing some longform comics, with a new installment every Sunday. We're starting with three of

Some Horns (pt. 1) photo
May 3, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Some Horns (pt. 1)

Nick Francis Potter

Them are SOME horns, aren't they.

Flying Machine (pt. 1) photo
May 3, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Flying Machine (pt. 1)

Lydia Conklin

Hey Elizabeth-- Haven't you ever wanted to fly?

Those Bears (pt. 1) photo
May 3, 2015 | Sunday Comics

Those Bears (pt. 1)

Jarod Roselló

I'm just like everyone else... A person drinking coffee...

Non-Reader Spotlight: Bot or Not? photo
May 2, 2015 | Non-Reader Spotlight

Non-Reader Spotlight: Bot or Not?

Jac Jemc

“Surely there are lonely people out there who would like to talk to me about the books they ignore.”

Persil photo
May 2, 2015 | Commercial Fiction


Dave Housley

The Professional felt the rush of consciousness, the quick awakening that could only mean another person with questions. Another intransigent stain on a garment. He had come to think of it as a

Two Poems photo
May 1, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Dylan Fisher


The presenter pronounces "vista" as VEE-sta.
And that's all I really remember.


Logic Models

This is my logic model for love (just keep moving).
This is my logic

The Hit King photo
April 30, 2015 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Hit King

Michael Nye

Junior is not getting out of his car.

It’s January in Ohio, and he has just driven all night from Florida. This car—a 1991 Nissan 300ZX—is a beautiful ride, a rich deep cherry color, the colors

A Brush with the Bigs photo
April 30, 2015 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

A Brush with the Bigs

Steve Smith

I was nineteen the summer of 1956 when the Baseball Fairy tapped me with her wand and almost sent me into orbit. 

Pop Up photo
April 29, 2015 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Pop Up

Wyl Villacres

“But what if it isn’t broken? What if this is the way it’s supposed to be? Like, a new challenge that keeps things interesting. Something unexplainable that helps.”

Baseball Players I Remember... photo
April 28, 2015 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball Players I Remember...

Tao Lin

Baseball Players I Remember (I Watched Baseball 1-4 Years as a Child. I Collected Cards. My Favorite Team Was The Braves)

Ron Gant. I remember he bent his knees
in a weird, intriguing way

The Game photo
April 28, 2015 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Game

KJ Roby

Every time our son comes to the plate, I hold my breath.

I Was Potential photo
April 27, 2015 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

I Was Potential

Jesse Donaldson

When I was fifteen, I started receiving letters from Division I baseball coaches about the possibility of joining them on such and such Elysian Field and helping the squad reach its goal, which