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February 6, 2013 | Fiction

Cassidy

Evelyn Hampton

At night the air waits for Cassidy the way it does for a fuse to free its load. Then the great burst air gets to be, the blues and pinks and falling greens of fleurs-de-lis the stars might have

February 5, 2013 | Fiction

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. 

January 30, 2013 | Fiction

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...

January 29, 2013 | Fiction

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

December 28, 2012 | Fiction

From the Vault: Fitzhugh Falls by Todd Cantrell

Jensen Beach looks back at Todd Cantrell's "Fitzhugh Falls" from Hobart January '11.

December 20, 2012 | Fiction

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.

December 18, 2012 | Fiction

Bad Guy

Elliot Sanders

Bad guy has no luck.  Here he is walking the aisles of the home and garden center, checking hoses for flexibility, thickness.  

December 17, 2012 | Fiction

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.

December 16, 2012 | Fiction

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"

December 12, 2012 | Fiction

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.

December 11, 2012 | Fiction

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.

December 6, 2012 | Fiction

Your Gedanken Collection

Kenton K Yee

You win the Nobel Prize for the photoelectric effect but your relativity theory is what makes you famous.

December 4, 2012 | Fiction

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.

December 3, 2012 | Fiction

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

November 29, 2012 | Fiction

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.

November 26, 2012 | Fiction

Whistle

William VanDenBerg

At 32 she whistled for the first time and was alarmed by her talent.

November 21, 2012 | Fiction

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.

November 19, 2012 | Fiction

Husbands, Wives, Husbands, Children, and Wives

Beau Golwitzer

A tiny husband lay in a pool of blood beneath him.

November 14, 2012 | Fiction

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

November 13, 2012 | Fiction

Brief Encounters With Famous Women, Famous Men, Fictional Men

Roxane Gay and xTx

Morgan Freeman makes me cry.

November 7, 2012 | Fiction

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.

November 5, 2012 | Fiction

Elbows

Zachary Tyler Vickers

Ian’s mother warned him about jumping on the mattress.

November 1, 2012 | Fiction

Boy and Jelly Roll

Ric Hoeben

The two of them are down on the riverbank, idling; their calico van sits arch-above. 

October 31, 2012 | Fiction

Rico's Journey Through Hell

Stefan Kiesbye

In the fall of Helga Vierksen’s death, I was seven years old.

October 25, 2012 | Fiction

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

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Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!