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August 1, 2010 | Fiction

Giant Panda Monster

Craig Renfroe

I am a fifty foot and two inch panda monster. It’s time for my sacrifice. If it’s not there, then it’s time to rampage through the village. I live out in the woods, a deep ancient forest, trees

August 1, 2010 | Fiction

The Whale and the Waterslide

Rachel Lyon

A waterslide in the middle of the ocean’s a big project. I mean, it’s a pretty enormous project. It was the board of trustees’ idea to situate the thing out in the Pacific Basin, where Canada curls

July 1, 2010 | Fiction

A Reimagining of Five Calamitous Dutch Soccer Defeats

Karl Taro Greenfeld

1. The Netherlands 0 – Argentina 16
July 18, 1978 World Cup Final

The Dutch side were hamstrung when they were informed just minutes before the game that a new equal rights ordinance passed

July 1, 2010 | Fiction

Stop Thinking You Own the Forest

Matthew Salesses

We were in the middle of an epidemic of extrasensitive hearing. We walked around with our ears swollen and red, or lay in bed trying not to hear. We only whispered anymore, an ear-shaking whisper,

July 1, 2010 | Fiction

Three Shorts

Travis Kurowski

Since Cape of Good Hope

Terry was here with the AIDS people, but I was just visiting. I didn’t know I needed a break until the phone calls from Terry began, calls about native African pussy and

July 1, 2010 | Fiction

Not Hearing the Jingle

Brian Allen Carr

In the old yard adjacent the high school sat a green-metal box that housed an emergency generator. At least we always said it did, though I’ve unlearned plenty since those days. Used to we’d hang

July 1, 2010 | Fiction

Cownose Ray

Sara Bohannon

The beach is crowded and a handful of other vacationers see it: a flash of white just past the waves, then overturned quickly; a dark diamond shape, a splash as the stingray falls back to the

June 1, 2010 | Fiction

489 Points

Andrew Borgstrom

I bought secondhand hunting attire that I only wore around the house. You corrected me when I called our apartment a house. We howled until we were gender tired. You howled when you stubbed your

June 1, 2010 | Fiction

Sunsets Unlimited

Stephen Graham Jones

Riding through the desert I came across a cowboy in the narrow shade of a saguaro. He was doing stomach crunches. I crossed my arms over my saddlehorn and watched him for a few reps but ended up

June 1, 2010 | Fiction

The Weirdest Thing

Grant Flint

The weirdest thing happened to me just now, which is weird in itself in that nothing weird ever happens to me. I, being on the surface at least, not weird.

Why should I lie? I've done nothing.

June 1, 2010 | Fiction

Space is Our Future

Michelle McMahon

I was behind the mint green Toyota pickup on the way to work this morning, again. It didn’t matter if I was running late because Tommy flung his breakfast on my blouse, or if I was early because I

June 1, 2010 | Fiction

Are You Lonesome Tonight?

Alison Christy

“The thing is,” he said, “now that I’ve stopped drinking, I don’t want to be a bore. At parties, you know.”

“You’re not boring, Grandpa,” I said. He didn’t go to parties, either.

“The thing

April 1, 2010 | Fiction

An Interview with Billy Lombardo

Seth Pollins

I met Billy Lombardo in the summer of 2007 on a sun drenched patch of grass under the Blue Ridge Mountains in Asheville, N.C. We had both just survived our first "Meet and Greet" at Warren Wilson

April 1, 2010 | Fiction

Spinning Yarns

Thomas Mundt

I did some fact-checking after the wedding. I bet you thought I never would, but I did. And you know what I found out? You were never an ace reliever in the Orioles' farm system, like I overheard

April 1, 2010 | Fiction

A Simpler Creature

Nicholas Mainieri

Pop loved two things, but I inherited his affection for one of those only. He read me bedtime stories during the off-season. The last one always came the night before he left for Spring Training.

April 1, 2010 | Fiction

Love and Theft, 1988

Pasha Malla

I enjoy stealing. It's just as simple as that.
Jane's Addiction, "Been Caught Stealing"

Bear with me here: I don't know shit about baseball. I honestly don't think I could name a single

April 1, 2010 | Fiction

How Lucky, She Thought

Kelcy D. Wilburn

She woke up as excited as she had twenty years ago on a St. Patrick's Day morning in her childhood home, despite the fact that everything around her was unfamiliar, despite the fact that her hotel

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

How to Kill

Ethel Rohan

 

 

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

Ma Vie En Rose: My Life Wrapped in Cellophane

Neil de la Flor

 

She is not a warthog in the zoo. She travels with a whip and rope through space and time. She is not a girl but feels like one. She understands the principles of Schrödinger and Heisenberg,

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

Libertyland

Alex Pollack

 

My wife says I'm too old for rollercoasters. Maybe she's right. I'm twenty-five, I'm balding, and I have a weak beard. But I still want to go to Libertyland.

"You'll buy a funnel cake,"

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

Chorale for the First Rental House on Your Block

Craig Davis

Outside on his porch was an indoor sofa. But he kept the lawn mowed. Early in the morning when the grass was still too wet — there he was, limping behind the mower, cursing God and us when it

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

An Interview with Mattox Roesch by Amy Minton

Amy Minton

 

Amy: Mattox, thank you for chatting with me about your new (and first) novel, Sometimes We're Always Real Same-Same. You've had great press (Publisher's Weekly, New York Times Sunday Book

March 1, 2010 | Fiction

  Word-Things: Michael Kimball interviews Ingrid Burrington

Michael Kimball

 

A few months ago (i.e. in August), Michael Kimball guest-edited Everyday Genius for a month (and, actually, he was kicking so much ass, it extended into much of, if not all, of September as

February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Two Stories

Rob Carney

Fish Stories

This friend of mine, Greg, he's always quitting smoking. He breaks his cigarettes in half, or runs them under the tap, or both, so he can't light up. He hides all his matches. And

February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Beautiful

Brandi Wells

She finds me in the backyard, behind the fence. I'm not crying because I've never been a child who cries. Instead I stare at the way the fence posts overlap, rotting, green and all worn down smooth

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