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Sarcophagus photo
August 23, 2021 | Fiction


Alice M.

It’s really Freudian, that. Turning a doctor into a parent for a few minutes. That’s why Maeve likes him.

They Ate the Children First photo
August 20, 2021 | Fiction

They Ate the Children First

Madeline Cash

I Googled things that bond people. Google said trauma.

Dinosaur III photo
August 18, 2021 | Fiction

Dinosaur III

Zachary Kocanda

Ken pounded out three novelty songs on his busted up acoustic guitar, looking like a knock-off Daniel Johnston.

Normandy Hole Recipes photo
August 16, 2021 | Fiction

Normandy Hole Recipes

GL Ruffer

‘Le Trou Normand,’ I said to the Garçon, winking knowingly at him.

Brazil photo
August 13, 2021 | Fiction


Vincent Scarpa

“And no one knows in what guise the end of the familiar will arrive.”- Joy Williams, “Cats and Dogs” 

Dale-Anne has heard a noise in her backyard, loud enough to pull her up from sleep.

Soft Tissue photo
August 10, 2021 | Fiction

Soft Tissue

Arielle McManus

Within 1-3 weeks, the body will begin to actively decay. This is when the organs, muscles, and skin will liquify. The hair, bones, and cartilage will remain.

Platform photo
August 9, 2021 | Fiction


Graham Robert Scott

Someone there used the blackest-known shade of black to make a circle.

Slung Out and Wayward photo
August 6, 2021 | Fiction

Slung Out and Wayward

David Nutt

Gunderson could hear the vehicle’s noisy carping from eight blocks away, like a herd of wild trashcans rolling down the street.

Cake Walk photo
August 4, 2021 | Fiction

Cake Walk

Kate Jayroe

Oh, Anya!

John B2B Paul B2B George B2B Ringo (from Good at Drugs) photo
August 2, 2021 | Fiction

John B2B Paul B2B George B2B Ringo (from Good at Drugs)


The show literally fuckin has to go on.

The Interview photo
July 30, 2021 | Fiction

The Interview

Yunya Yang

I walked up to the window for immigration services at the Embassy. A Mastiff sat behind the pixel glass, writing furiously. He didn’t look up when I said hi, so I knocked on the glass, twice, with my fingertips.


Green Lights and Fault States photo
July 28, 2021 | Fiction

Green Lights and Fault States

Ra'Niqua Lee

Nobody liked accidents. Her bumper had merged with her backseat. Her windshield had shattered. The glass absorbed as much sunlight as it reflected, a pile like salt left after a backwards glance.


Winter Tangerine photo
July 26, 2021 | Fiction

Winter Tangerine

Mira Jiang

Your fingers began peeling the fruit, tossing orange scraps among the dirty straw. In the right light, they could have passed for blood.


Swan Lake photo
July 23, 2021 | Fiction

Swan Lake

Farheen Raparthi

Adhi awoke on his third birthday, struck by the sudden knowledge that he had previously been a 48 year-old man by the name of Samuel Razia.

For I Have Sinned photo
July 22, 2021 | Fiction

For I Have Sinned

Sean Dolan

My son is fifteen when he asks the first question I am unable to answer.

Island photo
July 19, 2021 | Fiction


Wilson Koewing

Upon receiving the Pritzker Prize at 42, Welk gained a modest international celebrity and spent his 40s and early 50s galivanting around Europe, Southeast Asia and various island nations overseeing a dizzying array of projects that he believed, in some small way, changed the world for the better.

Gift Shop at the OCME photo
July 13, 2021 | Fiction

Gift Shop at the OCME

Liz Fyne

At the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner, I browse the gift shop. It’s scented lavender from a leg-shaped diffuser in the corner.

Product Placement photo
July 12, 2021 | Fiction

Product Placement

Daniel Fraser

My last suicide attempt was in a park called Jesus Green. I said ‘last’ because I gave up, not because it worked. Writing plays tricks with life and death so you need to make things clear.

Twice Shot photo
July 7, 2021 | Fiction

Twice Shot

Michael Farfel

The first time I was shot I was fifteen and I deserved it. I broke into a run-down lurch, an ancient moonshiners' abandoned cabin in the forest.

Milk photo
July 6, 2021 | Fiction


Mike Gillis

It had been a long frustrating day, but at least he was now bathing in a bowl of milk.

death fruit photo
July 5, 2021 | Fiction

death fruit

Keshe Chow

my parents drive around our home city, in the off-season, looking for fresh durian, durian which my brother and I think smells like

(i) death

(ii) shit

(iii) those fetid socks at the bottom of our school bags

For Your Consideration photo
July 1, 2021 | Fiction

For Your Consideration

Adrián Pérez

Consideration of Deferred Action for Chilhood Arrivals

This is when your humanity ends, when a pen hits this paper.

Waves of Fun photo
June 24, 2021 | Fiction

Waves of Fun

Dalton Monk

Big Bob sat beside me and watched women he classified as MILFs walk their kids to the pool with large, clear tubes.

Old Haunts photo
June 23, 2021 | Fiction

Old Haunts

Kelcee Sykes

After she leaves, you still drive the same route to work.

Bill Murray Solves Recycling photo
June 16, 2021 | Fiction

Bill Murray Solves Recycling

Robbie Maakestad

Bill Murray ponders a six-pack before writing once more.

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