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November 1, 2009 | Fiction

Capture This Thing

Brian Mihok

Take it from inside you and draw it out. Do it before it decides you are not what you seem to be and, as a result, holds you up by the thumbs. You are picking up that teacup, I see you. You are

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

Fathers, Sons, Acorns, Oak Trees

Roxane Gay

In high school, dating Randall "Big Randy" Barton was a rite of passage for the small population of black girls at our exclusive boarding school in rural New Hampshire. His father was a prominent

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

My Hand, Dead Tissue, Severed at the Wrist

Kevin Wilson

Carol Gipson had acne and was the slightest bit pudgy but she seemed like someone who would turn beautiful with time and I wanted to get in on the ground floor. To spend more time with her, I'd

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

A Businessman &

Reynard Seifert

I put on my suit. It's a business suit. I'm a businessman and I mean business. I mean 'business' with a big 'B' and an ampersand. So from now on, I will say, I'm a Businessman &. Because it

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Mechler & I

Andrew Roe

With apologies to Jorge Luis Borges' "Borges and I"


The other one, the one called Melcher, is the fuckup.

I travel a lot for work (sales) and when I'm driving or flying or sitting in an

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Grass

David Holub

Doug's house looks the same as Bob's house. Bob lives next to Doug. On the ground surrounding their houses they have planted blades of vegetation. Thousands of them; millions perhaps. They call

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Four Recent Apocalypses

Lucy Corin

Lucky

All these people. How did they do it? Well, many did not. Broke as eggs on sidewalks, sister. They were walking around in the street, everywhere, and I was there, watching it unfold. In

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Zoo: Two Stories

J. A. Tyler

penguins

For the penguins it is cold and sometimes it is cold like that in my bedroom, where I sleep, and the covers that cover me up aren't enough to keep me warm. This is summer, but there

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

Slut Whore

Cami Park

Slut Whore has every Barbie on the market, lined up sitting on her windowsill along her bedroom wall, and all the best clothes and accessories. She invites her friends over and they dress and

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

Interview with a Union Soldier, Recently Dead

Erin Lindsay McCabe

Near a mound of fresh dirt under a sprawling oak tree. Cannons rumble in the distance. Lounging next to the mound is a young man, about 19. He is dirty. Underneath the dirt and blood streaking his

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

A Letter to Amandas

Amanda Marbais

My friend Brandon has packed his friend's Jeep with provisions of snowballs, dried turkey, Finlandia. Observing the heaped vehicle, and considering the 2,700 miles to California, I am reminded of

July 1, 2009 | Fiction

In the Land Between the Valley and the Hills, What Men Said, They Meant

Damian Dressick

Before the blue was sailed by Columbus and his greedy, maritime ilk, before the men who followed him brought plagues, monotheism and gunpowder, there dwelt in the Piedmont a small band of itinerant

July 1, 2009 | Fiction

Garbage Day

Baird Harper

Early Morning

Debra Jims dreams of Kool-Aid. The juice leaves a red mustache above her lip. Men around her have mustaches too, real ones, thick and masculine. Her husband Todd rolls over and

July 1, 2009 | Fiction

Tell the Bees

Jessica Piazza

"...as soon as a member of the family has breathed his or her last a younger member of the household... is told to visit the hives, and rattling a chain of small keys tap on the hive and whisper

July 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Piano Thief and Hamsters

Stephen Graham Jones

The Piano Thief

It'll take him all of a month, longer if he's in love. But always at least those thirty days. Because a piano is heavy. What he's learned to do over the years, though, is take

June 1, 2009 | Fiction

Some Kind of Memorial

B.J. Hollars and Brendan Todt

Georgia Ambler used to jog on Thursdays while Jake and I shot baskets in the drive. "You're outta shape, old man," Jake laughed, doubled over himself. Locking his hands to his knees, Jake spit

June 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Cow

Jeff Kass

When Larry hit the cow on the two-lane highway in Virginia, the face of the cow, its open mouth hurtling past the driver's-side window, scared him most. He was on his way to Charlottesville to

June 1, 2009 | Fiction

Terror, Not Terror

Kyle Beachy

When they told us that the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota, had been destroyed by a crude but powerful bomb — TERRORIST, they said, TERROR, with the same rote certitude of those who chant

June 1, 2009 | Fiction

SpinningaGoodYarn.com FAQ

Eric Vrooman

Do you really spend 80% of your free time knitting?

Yes. I've knit during a blackout and a brownout, on the back seat of a double bike, on the beach during the eye of a hurricane, and during a

May 1, 2009 | Fiction

Vacation

David Aichenbaum

The man and the woman he plans to marry are almost playing croquet in Jamaica. They don't know the rules. There are heavy mallets and dusty colored balls, worn rough by the rolling years. There are

May 1, 2009 | Fiction

Ode to a Bad Album: The Rolling Stones' Some Girls (1978)

Scott Garson

Track #8: "Before They Make Me Run"

We walked home along the railroad tracks. One day I tried to time my stride so each foot would come down on a weathered tie and not the cinder stone. I was

May 1, 2009 | Fiction

How I Run

Sean Lovelace

I don't dream at all unless napping. I've probably had three naps in my lifetime. When I sit at my desk my legs snap in the breeze. They tingle and flicker. They want to do something. A metabolism

May 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Quality Controller

T. M. De Vos

He was temping at a website, one of those online radio stations that you could customize based on music you already liked. It was backed up by evidence, a tab you could click to find out which of

May 1, 2009 | Fiction

Discontent

Stephanie Johnson

When the weatherman warns the roads will become impassable, your mother sends your father out for supplies. Your mother tucks the money in your mitten. She sends you along to keep him

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Heart of the Hide

Paul Silverman

Frank wanted a "heart of the hide" glove ever since he was in the PeeWees, but the dad of all knowledge said nothing doing, a glove like that had to be earned, game by game, and by earned he didn't

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