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June 30, 2022 | Poetry

may God make me as useful as one of those Crown Royal bags.

Michael J Pagán

according to my mother, men
are just thieves rifling through another’s calm...

June 29, 2022 | Poetry

manmade

Macy Perrine

oh raised-hand Matt. you
centrist bastard, your mouth kool-aid-stained
with stubble, it gushed and fucking gushed.

June 28, 2022 | Poetry

Word Problems: Asynchronous Learning'/'Downhill

Laura Bandy

You can never return to the track. A hard truth, heaven knows, but heed me— delay the wreck
and coma. Take a longer backwards way and savor that last downhill run, the final door to close.

June 27, 2022 | Poetry

Home Ghazal (Alvin Says, It Is What We Love That Gives Us Our Names)

Topaz Winters

...she told me she had lived in Singapore
too long to call it home anymore. She hated her name so together we made
her a new one, & like this she finally belonged to herself.

June 27, 2022 | Fiction

Voland

Mike Murphy

Even at his weight, he could still get himself down to a 40 degree angle with the ice at a speed that pushed him to vapor, when you feel dilated into thin air. That is what they called it in the New England League: pushing vapor.

June 26, 2022 | Poetry

My Abortion Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Remember when Lena Dunham said

She wished she’d had an abortion?

June 26, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

A Brief History of an Extinction

Amanda-Gaye Smith

I will feel like a bad country cover of a Kate Bush song.

June 23, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Varun Shetty

On the other side of the apocalypse, you will become something unimagined,
you will dissolve and finally become the wind—then, you will be enough

June 22, 2022 | Interview

Stir It Up: Chloe N. Clark talks about John Wick, cheese, and her new poetry collection EVERY SONG A VENGEANCE

Hannah Grieco

Chloe N. Clark is a writer, teacher, editor, and frequent Twitter chef. (See here.) I’ve taken a ton of her poetry and prose workshops, and been lucky enough to have published two stories in the

June 22, 2022 | Fiction

Luzerne

Greg Tebbano

That summer was like a movie or waiting for a movie to start, stuffing yourself all through the previews and when the movie came it was always a rag...
 

June 21, 2022 | Poetry

32 Teeth

brittny crowell

i ask if i could be june
my birth month he says all days any days
for a smile like mine

June 20, 2022 | Fiction

Pura Vida

Harris Lahti

“To the sweet life!” Phil says.  

June 19, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Love by Blackberry Wireless Device

Veena

> One of my favorite reading experiences was a book called "The Silent
> Woman" by the journalist Janet Malcolm; it was about the biographical
> treatments of Sylvia Plath and the impossibility of biography in general.

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 15, 2022 | Interview

Love and Other Chemical Stimulants: Rebecca van Laer interviewed by Kate Axelrod

Kate Axelrod

Hobart and HAD contributor Rebecca van Laer's debut novella How to Adjust to the Dark (Long Day Press, April 12) weaves together poetry, fiction, and criticism to follow the narrator Charlotte as she

June 14, 2022 |

Down on the Magic Valley

Brian Allen Carr

I started working on an essay about Fernando A. Flores’s Valleyesque in early May. Time got away from me—as time often does—and while I was working on the piece, the Uvalde school shooting

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 12, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

It was all so poetic, Ma, the way we loved.

H. K. Agustin

The stench of my high school ID lanyard hung around my neck like a noose for the rest of the school year, reminding me of my capacity for self-destruction.

June 11, 2022 |

A Eulogy for My Dad, Who is Still Alive

Marne Litfin

June 10, 2022 | Fiction

Mirror

David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 9, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Case Against Sunsets

M.A. Boswell

Who could trust those colors? Smears of scarlet molting into pert lavender.

June 9, 2022 | Poetry

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Julián Martinez

Fuck an infographic — where’s the paper?
Operation: Get Paper to hand out paper,
‘cause all my people needed was their papers.

June 8, 2022 | Interview

Maybe Then I'll Be Cured: An Interview with Graham Irvin

Crow Jonah Norlander

You might be reluctant to try liver mush. You might think it’s not for me. But you are at a party, and you’ve been cornered by a stranger, and there’s nobody else there you really want to talk to, and

June 7, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Mollie Swayne

The Day I Drove to Dubuque (an Hour and Fifteen Minutes One-Way) to Find Out I Had $1.09 Left on a Books-A-Million Gift Card

poetry in real life is January in Iowa,
watching from my

June 7, 2022 | Nonfiction

Love Bugs

Brianna Avenia-Tapper

Not long after the bugs started crawling out of my sink, the diamond on my engagement ring fell off.

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

June 6, 2022 | Nonfiction

Jim

Jason Hardung

If a middle-aged man sobs in a dark room and nobody is around to hear it, does anyone say, “It’s just a cat. Get over it?”

June 5, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

His Nonna's Ghost Destroyed Our Relationship

Kimberly Elkins

 

Ten years ago, I made a temporary move from New York to Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a research fellowship for my novel. Within a month, I met Gino, a tall lawyer with a pronounced Roman nose,

June 3, 2022 | Nonfiction

Every Bad Decision

Matt Chelf

My grandmother screamed when she saw me.

June 3, 2022 | Fiction

I, Caravaggio

Eugenio Volpe

Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other.