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October 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Mungiello

My Left Arm

I was a fruit cake meat loaf of influences –
my name was Sloppy Joe,
I was canned pineapple slices
left out in the sun.

I called you soft names
against all reason,
on

October 25, 2017 |

Gyrle

Jennifer Loeber

 

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

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October 24, 2017 | Poetry

[my body is an american]

p.e. garcia

my body is an american / casket, shove the corpses / through my eyesockets til they spill / from my mouth

October 24, 2017 |

The Meadowlands

Alex Sniatkowski

You’ll wake up on Labor Day and argue with the people you’re carpooling with over when to leave. 

October 23, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Kristin Bock

When my children walk by, it will be like looking into the sun. Your children will have to bow their heads. My children’s eyes will be the color of electric blue icebergs.

October 20, 2017 |

Hinterland Transmissions: The Piece Of Shit That Lives Inside Me

Steve Anwyll

Now here I am. The same fucking predicament all over. The universe testing to see what I'll do.

October 20, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Parker Tettleton

I want to walk in where I walk in & not think about me or you or anyone else we know—I want my recycling to be perfect.

October 19, 2017 | Fiction

The Metal Years

Jessica Shoemaker

She didn’t spend her senior year serving soft serve and saving for a bus ticket to Los Angeles when she turned eighteen to end up riding a tandem bike around the park with some guy whose shorts were too short.

October 18, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Diana Keren Lee

my angst is still young / and highly flammable / something interrupted / meant to be read out of order / one chord change to another

October 17, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Izzy Casey

Oh well. I threw my lover down a well. / I ran Father over. Hid Mama’s pill. / I’ve never been good at taking advice.

October 12, 2017 |

Liars

Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam

Hades was like the other men Evie had requested favors of; he asked Evie to explain herself before he believed that she wanted what she said she wanted.

October 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Hazem Fahmy

It’s been five years, but this boy still / shines when he smiles. I stare at his jaw / as we shiver on the rooftop of this rundown / hotel, waiting for the waiter to get his beer.

October 11, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lucian Mattison

No secrets fill a drowsy whale, / perfectly hollow gullet, / its song only speculation, / music its only meaning.

October 10, 2017 |

Manhattan

Joe Johnson

 

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

—Tara Wray, photo editor 

 

 

These pictures might have been

October 6, 2017 | Interview

Bryan Furuness Interviews Michael Poore

Bryan Furuness

Introductions are stupid. Mostly they get in the way. Probably you have skipped ahead to read the actual interview. That's what I would have done by now. If you're still here, this is what you need

October 5, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Perry Janes

You halt the flow of traffic in a crosswalk to retrieve a fallen penny, / cheer your good fortune, and whisper: landmine. 

October 4, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Marianna Hagler

i decide / the poem is // about me (i have / been told i have // narcissistic tendencies).

October 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey

Joe Sacksteder

Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller)

It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at Harvard named after his family is a hockey bruiser while the baker’s daughter not good enough to marry

October 2, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Lucy Tiven

in the middle of making up a Tokyo bureau chief
i remember keeping E under the impression i read
all of Infinite Jest for our whole three year
relationship  & probably since 

September 29, 2017 |

Immortals

Tammy Mercure

 

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

—Tara Wray, photo editor 

 

 

(2014-present) Time in New

September 28, 2017 |

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America

Steve Anwyll

Sitting in the Montreal bus terminal I make a decision. To eat the last of my weed candies. 

September 27, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Precious Okoyomon

When was the assertion of blackness anything other than an interrogation.
I’m fat and black and queer in america _They don’t know what to do with me

September 27, 2017 | Fiction

The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport

Grayson Elorreaga

One summer morning, Lyle Condy was cycling down the steep, straight hill of Magdalene Road in the city of Cambridge. His bike had a bell in strict accordance with local ordinances regarding cycling. 

September 26, 2017 |

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn

Tyler Koshakow

1.
My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a startling way. "Death is just a figure of speech," I told her. Of course, at age

September 25, 2017 | Fiction

Raindance

Reggie Mills

Months ago. Here it is me at the grocery getting flowers and deli meats and here’s the little boy with his face soft and fluffy and pink. 

September 22, 2017 | Interview

Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x

Leesa Cross-Smith

Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in Indianapolis and it was the first time I'd met either of them. I remember thinking wow this is one

September 22, 2017 |

Under

Marvin Shackelford

Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.

September 21, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Dionissios Kollias

Digital Hellos

An erroneous message of two equals,
in a future program.

The Internet was given an italicized quote
above a colored text box,
he may have wanted to kill me.

This

September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Come, Love

Miriam Cohen

He was at the window. I heard the tap-tap-tap.

September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Mema's Alaskan Taco Hut

Lauren Dostal

After, we slunk back to Mema’s Alaskan Taco Hut and I crawled into a booth and ordered with two fingers like we were stuck in a Mad Men b-reel. I couldn’t see my hand held up, but from this