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Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter photo
February 13, 2018 | Nonfiction

Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter

Emma Terhaar

Do you ever make pieces of origami, folding a sheet of paper over and over intentionally? Do you feel silly? Do you question each fold, or trust that the folds will add up to the frog or the bird you were promised?

For The People In The Back photo
February 12, 2018 | Fiction

For The People In The Back

James Figy

Due to a clerical error, 265 students registered for my English 101 course. 

Two Poems photo
February 9, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lauren Westerfield

I am all the way turned on; turned up. Nerve-hiss-skin. There is a story here, and I am running interference.

Mouth Open Wide photo
February 8, 2018 | Fiction

Mouth Open Wide

Denise Tolan

First, he ARRIVED – like the swans at Capistrano, or aliens in the desert, or, more likely, a flaming dessert.

“Who is that?” my friend Noelle said, poking me in the ribs; her inflection, a

From, "COMPANY" photo
February 8, 2018 | Poetry

From, "COMPANY"

Emily Hunt

It isn't natural / for a thin stem with fruits / to sprout up – / they're heavy, / they're supposed to just hang.

An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions photo
February 7, 2018 | Fiction

An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions

Stephanie Grossman

You don't know it yet, but I gave you bad directions, and now I can't find you. For this, I am truly, truly sorry.

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone? photo
February 6, 2018 | Fiction

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone?

Tyler Barton

We’re all going to be late, for everything, and the people we keep waiting will add this to their mental list of evidence that we are not careful or observant or accountable.

Three Poems photo
February 6, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Mariel Fechik

I dream myself into a field that is lime green. There is a branch in my lungs, and I can’t love like I used to. This is a ghost story.

I Believe (In None of This) photo
February 5, 2018 | Hobart Photo Stories

I Believe (In None of This)

Al Palmer

 

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 

 

 

"I Believe (In None of This)

The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo photo
February 5, 2018 | Nonfiction

The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo

Sean Gill

They may even remember that while the game licensed team names, logos, and stadiums, and specifically licensed Ken Griffey Jr.'s name, statistics, and likeness—they did not license the names of Major League Baseball's other 699 players.

Two Stories photo
February 2, 2018 | Fiction

Two Stories

Sean Ennis

After thirty days in rehab, you are “coined out.”

The Haircut photo
February 1, 2018 | Comics

The Haircut

Alizabeth Worley

Michael has awesome hair. Here is Michael, my husband, from many many years ago. See how great his hair is?

Admittedly, he has less hair now. Particularly at the very top. But he still has

2 Stories photo
February 1, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Darla Mottram

Dress Code

I’ve got this friend who’s passionate about dress codes. Her name is Sharon. Most of the jobs I’ve had, when it’s come time for a boss to enforce the dress code, they do so

Devils Tower photo
January 31, 2018 | Fiction

Devils Tower

Elizabeth Ellen

When I stay over at Amelia’s there is a poster of Devils Tower over her bed and we trace the volcanic neck with our fingertips instead of sleeping. I give Amelia a Xanax and floss between each of her teeth.

But I Was Talking About Lightning: An Interview with Chelsey Clammer photo
January 31, 2018 | Interview

But I Was Talking About Lightning: An Interview with Chelsey Clammer

Jac Jemc

For instance, I had the line “But I was talking about lightning” in my head for the first line of an essay, but I had no idea what that essay was about. So I started to write about lightning and do some Wikipedia-ing, and eventually the idea of looking at trauma and human relationships through the metaphor of lightning started to emerge. From there, I just followed my brain around as the essay started to form.

 
Forever Ago photo
January 31, 2018 | Dispatches

Forever Ago

Bud Smith


Radio Tower, 4yrs old

The radio tower had big cones on top. We were in the car and I said to mom, “What are those?” She didn't know so she said, “Oh, that's where Mickey Mouse lives.” I was

Jupiter photo
January 30, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Jupiter

Leah Bond

Cave In
Album: Jupiter
Released: August 8, 2000
Hydra Head
Length: 44:10

 

My friend Beth was blamed for everything I ever did wrong. In my grandmother's eyes, it was all her fault.

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway photo
January 30, 2018 | Fiction

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway

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texas was underwater, florida had been evacuated, and the eagle creek blaze—started by fireworks in September of the hottest Summer on record—filled the skies for hundreds of miles with the forest’s ashes.

SWEET BEGONIAS photo
January 29, 2018 | Fiction

SWEET BEGONIAS

Anne K. Yoder

A sister in place of a father wasn’t an exchange. I’d had twelve years with a father and none with a sister, and I’d preferred it that way.

Love Letter photo
January 26, 2018 | Fiction

Love Letter

Kristin Bonilla

I don’t know about heaven, but I hope I find it in these seagrass hills. When I die, I will float here and haunt the abandoned dairy. 

Foe in the Kitchen photo
January 25, 2018 | Fiction

Foe in the Kitchen

Gina Zucker

I protested with my body, such as it was. I felt the need to explain. “I’m staging a protest.” I fluttered hard. The foe smelled of gas.

Three Poems photo
January 24, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Christine Stroud

The Gemini

It would be a lie to say I always went to bed with one brother
and woke up with another—that at night he placed pomegranate
 
seeds on my belly, making constellations on my

Three Poems photo
January 22, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Nathan Wade Carter

I sip red wine and weed / and deface anything that looks like me

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach photo
January 19, 2018 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach

Steve Anwyll

Had a little accident last night Stevie, my boss yells. Tote fell over in the back of a truck. Someone's gotta clean up all that fish. I turn my head from him. Stare off out passed the end of the harbour. Where the horizon and Lake Eerie meet. Dissolve into one another. The breeze in my hair. Thinking why me?

The Suitcase photo
January 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Suitcase

Helen Hofling

It’s enough just to know that they’re out there. .

Dance! photo
January 17, 2018 | Fiction

Dance!

Genevieve Hudson

People became a mob and the mob circled her, gnashed their teeth and lashed their arms as if to say, Dance! Dance! Dance! They wanted a concert! Another song! Dance, Connie, dance!

Two Poems photo
January 16, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Nooks Krannie

montreal

in the seventh month of winter
my hair was orange, an apricot
graffiti zig-zagged along broken
threads you parked on atwater
avenue and screamed at your
hooves, rubber hands

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa photo
January 15, 2018 | Fiction

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa

Danielle Lea Buchanan

Tongue hasn’t left its .276 square foot efficiency studio apartment in three weeks. To discourage visitors due to lack of space, this space was rented. Tongue is going through a break-up. This

2 Stories photo
January 12, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Carla Diaz

There Never Was a Mainland

We burned fast that summer. The boats had stopped coming. The water kept us there. That’s the thing about islands.

We bathed at low tide. We ate shells and weeds.

My Literal Demons photo
January 12, 2018 | Nonfiction

My Literal Demons

Frances Chiem

There are very few places in suburban, quasi-rural Eastern Washington to privately banish a demon when you’re a teen witch still living in your parents’ house.