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August 16, 2017 |

War on Everyone

Sean Kilpatrick

"Don't tuck your art in." Jamie Foxx

August 15, 2017 |

Lady Macbeth / Little Hours / Ingrid Goes West

Sean Kilpatrick

H-E-double hockey sticks

August 15, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kara Krewer

He’s called the rat king because of the actual rats  that hang from his shoulders like epaulets.

August 14, 2017 | Fiction

Police Report

Sonya Gray Redi

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

August 11, 2017 | Poetry

Raft Dress, Refugee

Barbara Rockman

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration


August 8, 2017 | Fiction

Victory Speech

Salvatore Difalco

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

August 7, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Samantha Guss

(The baptism.)

The first time I had sex
my hymen didn’t break
and you missed your bus

We wrote Mary Karr on
the margin of my arm
in pen

I washed around her
then let you lick

August 4, 2017 | Poetry

Holiday Hours

BJ Soloy

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

August 3, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Frank Montesonti

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

August 1, 2017 |

Is This It

William Ste. Marie

This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.

July 31, 2017 | Fiction

Two Stories

Matt Naylor

The bank took the car but they didn't take my legs, so this morning I stole the neighbor kid's bike and pedaled into town. 

July 29, 2017 | Fiction


Big Bruiser Dope Boy

At dawn on Saturday, our powerlifting group arrived at the locker room to try on singlets.

July 28, 2017 |

Midwest Dirt

Nathan Pearce


Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart (bonus points to the photo nerd who knows that quote!).

Nathan Pearce is our

July 25, 2017 |

Spiderman: Homecoming / Valerian: City of a Thousand Planets / Wonder Woman

Sean Kilpatrick

Enemas blastin!

July 24, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brandon Freels

Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.

July 23, 2017 |


Benjamin Brandenburg

July 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Vincent Poturica

through the hole in / your Reeboks I contemplate our future.

July 19, 2017 | Fiction

Sock Factory

Greg Chandler

First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request.  Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.  

July 18, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

William Ward Butler

Just This Morning

A New Jersey train derails and crushes the station.
I wake slow, make coffee on the other side of the country;
finish the cup while hundreds are rushed to crowded

July 14, 2017 |

Baby Driver / The Bad Batch / The Beguiled

Sean Kilpatrick


July 13, 2017 | Nonfiction

The Bends

Tracy Haack

I lift my knees to walk in flippers, grab a glass of water in the kitchen before high-stepping my way back to the living room where Joe and I have dinner in front of the television.

July 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

A.M. O'Malley

I said to the / ceiling fan / I am here / to break / the sadness.

July 11, 2017 |

New Miserable Experience

Lanny Durbin

New Miserable Experience
Gin Blossoms
Label: A&M
Released: August 4th, 1992
Length: 45:02


When I think about being a kid, it feels like thumbing through a wet notebook. Not a

July 10, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Joseph Grantham

most of the time / i am / bored and warm

July 9, 2017 |

Screen Memories

Erica Kanesaka Kalnay

July 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

A Few Thoughts While Shaving

Kristen Millares Young

It’s getting harder and harder to shave my pussy, let alone the tight star of my asshole.

July 5, 2017 | Fiction

Pierrot On The Futon

Derick Dupre

I was a mess at every sunrise. The door winked at me, the comb was losing teeth.

July 5, 2017 |

dimanche le 20 mai 2017

Steve Anwyll


I cut through the small park. Come out the other side. As soon as I do I feel eyes on me. I look up from the sidewalk. He's standing down the block and on the other side of the busy cross

July 3, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kaleigh Spollen

blm land

this belt of the nation feels equally
bible and rust and sun, where
mute billboards offer us
teeth cleaning for pets.
my molars resound
for the dogs,
dumb and deep-eyed,
and they

June 30, 2017 | Interview

An Interview with Brian Booker

Michael Deagler

The term “unreliable narrator” was first coined in 1961 by the critic Wayne C. Booth, and since then it has become one of fiction’s most recognizable elements. While initially viewed as something