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@AssistedLiving photo
November 19, 2021 | Fiction


Joseph Cummins

HEY THERE, Bill Baxter. This is your friend Sue Parnet. I just now saw your name pop up and decided it is time to see how you are doing.

Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart photo
November 17, 2021 | Fiction

Last Days at Metropolitan Ave Kmart

Sean Williamson

At the Metropolitan Ave Kmart, there was a parking lot in the sky.

Boring People Standing Still photo
November 15, 2021 | Fiction

Boring People Standing Still

Zee Carlstrom

I wish I could say this is a recent phenomenon, mourning-related, the convergence of a breakup and a death in my family, but you could carve Got Too High and Ordered McNuggets onto my gravestone, and it would be accurate.

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel photo
November 13, 2021 | Fiction

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), or, The Part of the Novel

Brian Alan Ellis

DAY 10:

The part of the novel where your character goes to Applebee’s to forget.

Coral Bleaching photo
November 12, 2021 | Fiction

Coral Bleaching

Simon Graham

He told me he was in the process of determining the next stage of his life.

The Frog photo
November 10, 2021 | Fiction

The Frog

Jeff Newman

There was a frog in our house.

Earl photo
November 8, 2021 | Fiction


Peter Krumbach

We’d thought he only taxidermized celebrities’ pets. But then we saw him crossing the yard carrying Mickey Rooney.

Rambler photo
November 5, 2021 | Fiction


Glen Pourciau

She smiles and waves at me. I return her smile, mine more faint than hers, and I see her catching sight of something or someone behind me.

Unabashed photo
November 3, 2021 | Fiction


Sean Ennis

A couple was making love outdoors while a grizzly bear watched—it was a tv show— and I thought, this reminds me of me.

Hallowed Ground photo
October 30, 2021 | Fiction

Hallowed Ground

Kim Farbota

Even in death, I would make a showing of my conscientiousness. I would step into a black trash bag, first removing my heels to avoid a snag. I’d put a note on the outside of a second bag before pulling it over my head.  “Please do not open; call the police.”

The Mermaid photo
October 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Mermaid

Libby Copa

The water witch said that if I cut my hair and killed the prince and his new bride she would turn my legs back into fins and I could go home. I didn’t have to think about it very hard.

It's Later Than You Think photo
October 20, 2021 | Fiction

It's Later Than You Think

Adam McOmber

When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.


Vicarious Transubstantiation photo
October 13, 2021 | Fiction

Vicarious Transubstantiation

Emilee Prado

Ann and Andy have a small, quiet apartment. They live tucked into a nook in a towering building, which is filled with other people who also live small, quiet lives.

Ann and Andy are made

Jaguarhead photo
October 4, 2021 | Fiction


A.C. Koch

He wasn't a thief, but the world kept narrowing down his choices.

I Bought My Mother A Kurt Cobain T-Shirt photo
October 1, 2021 | Fiction

I Bought My Mother A Kurt Cobain T-Shirt

Elisabeth Adwin Edwards

She raised her arms to receive him, and after that, pulled him over herself every morning.


One Night photo
September 27, 2021 | Fiction

One Night

Jacques Denault

The old man kicked us out after the fight.

Speak Easy photo
September 24, 2021 | Fiction

Speak Easy

Alex Evans

I left the kitchen door unlocked by mistake, and I suppose that’s how the raccoon came in.

Bride School Girls photo
September 20, 2021 | Fiction

Bride School Girls

Amanda Churchill

The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.

Dumb and Wide photo
September 15, 2021 | Fiction

Dumb and Wide

Mary B. Sellers

"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."

This Town Ain’t Big Enough photo
September 8, 2021 | Fiction

This Town Ain’t Big Enough

Scott Limbrick

The moment the cowboy bursts into the saloon, doors swinging wide, conversations splitting into silence, it’s already over.

Errors photo
September 2, 2021 | Fiction


John Paul Scotto

But the shortstop is still bothered.

About Fucking photo
September 1, 2021 | Fiction

About Fucking

Gabriel Smith

So obviously I couldn’t do it. She would have known it was real.

Searchers photo
August 30, 2021 | Fiction


Jeff Hoffman

Beautiful, the flat-forever fields of Wisconsin as I barrel on through flurries, gobbling cheese curds, until, through the fluff, the end appears.

I Scream photo
August 27, 2021 | Fiction

I Scream

Emma Smith-Stevens

I wanted my nudity recognized and for people to consider or even remark upon the wound between my thighs and I was bursting to stand on my desk and shout: “Somebody get me an ice cream already!”

Our Man photo
August 25, 2021 | Fiction

Our Man

Jennifer Savran Kelly

Our Man, as we now call him.

Recent Books

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub


Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily


Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor