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Empty Handed Year
Brian Carr
The first time I fingered a girl, I messed it up. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time. It happened on a Friday night, at a playground. There were four of us there. Two girls, two boys. It was a very open thing. The girl who I fingered said she’d let me try, and we sent our friends to the basketball court to wait for us.
On the Benefits of a Lego Heart...
Matthew Burnside
In my mind, I had already built a Lego wall around the perimeter of the yard, tall as the Siamese twin magnolia trees I sometimes sat in...
I WAS IN THIS MOVIE
Susie Mee
I was in this movie. I was in this movie. I was in it. I was there. I was ripping in and out of the titles as they blinked across the screen. I was swimming through the avocado walls into the house
From the Vault: Fitzhugh Falls by Todd Cantrell
Jensen Beach looks back at Todd Cantrell's "Fitzhugh Falls" from Hobart January '11.
Elliptical
Ross McMeekin
Lugging along next to me on the elliptical is an older gentleman – about the age my dad would have been – wearing two high-tech knee braces, fit with gears and everything, and what looks like an old-fashioned weight belt. He’s a regular at the fitness center, same as me. We’ve acknowledged each other on occasion and said a thing or two in the sauna, but never a real question-and-answer. I’ve always wondered about his knees.
Luc Bustomanta
Becky Tuch
When it starts to rain we cross the street. I don’t know where we’re going, but something warm and scattered is jumping underneath my skin. He leads me to the door of an apartment building, nudges me onto its small step. Then, smooth as a cloud moving across the sky, he presses his body against mine.
The Way We Sleep Blog Tour
The Way We Sleep, an anthology of prose, comics, interviews, all about how we spend our time in and around beds was published this month by Chicago's Curbside Splendor. Currently on a "blog tour"
A.D.T.
Linda McCullough Moore
The A.D.T. man has only come to fix the security system, check each connect, repair the wire that’s frayed, reprogram the alarm before he drives off to do the same thing three blocks over. He wants no part in these people’s lives, he has no heart to join their quest for the secure, their rich man fantasy they can protect themselves, if only they will pay.
Three Stories
Sarah Ciston
We imagine all nightmare scenarios, where you do not text us back because you are dead, and won’t we look insensitive for imagining that you hate us.
Your Gedanken Collection
Kenton K Yee
You win the Nobel Prize for the photoelectric effect but your relativity theory is what makes you famous.
Road Snacks
Heidi Diehl
The prison is a test market—a closed circuit, a place where candymakers can focus on the choices made when options are limited. Research into what people will eat when they have nowhere to go.
The Fear of Secretarial Errors
Rupprecht Mayer (Translation by Kenneth Kronenberg)
On the one hand, it was tough for Tessa to be let go by the Internet company, but it meant that she could now fulfill a long-deferred dream. She opened her mountain office on a pasture just above
A Change of Seasons
Nathan Oates
No one called it a plague at first. We weren’t the kind of people who used words like that, words heavy with the suggestion of some greater force, but the idea was there, almost from the beginning, skittering around in the back of my head, peeking out into the light.
All God's Children
Tawnysha Greene
On the day we come with Daddy down the mountain, Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies. Heads with black eyes, bodies curled, hands in mouths, a blue cord running from their bellies to somewhere off the page.
Husbands, Wives, Husbands, Children, and Wives
Beau Golwitzer
A tiny husband lay in a pool of blood beneath him.
Wash Theory
Anthony Varallo
Plates, large:
Stack in bottom row. Front side should face the rinse cylinder. Do not face plates away from the rinse cylinder. Do not stack in top row. If washing by hand, make sure to wash
Brief Encounters With Famous Women, Famous Men, Fictional Men
Roxane Gay and xTx
Morgan Freeman makes me cry.
It's a Story She Hasn't Told Him Yet Because She Knows What It Will Make Him Do
Sarah Marshall
He was her first virgin, and he waited to do it in a bed.
Boy and Jelly Roll
Ric Hoeben
The two of them are down on the riverbank, idling; their calico van sits arch-above.
Rico's Journey Through Hell
Stefan Kiesbye
In the fall of Helga Vierksen’s death, I was seven years old.
You Were a Horse Yesterday
Molly Laich
You were a horse yesterday; what happened? I rode you places under the hot sun. You fought off flies with your tail and we galloped knee deep through rivers. When apples fell off the tree and we
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!