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August 8, 2025 | Fiction

Person Under Train

Elizabeth Ellen

The last thing she remembered was Marty getting up to vomit. She considered, momentarily, getting up to help. She was still on her knees, her head turned sideways, in profile, on the couch, her arms dangling at her sides.

August 5, 2025 | Fiction

Leaving New Russia

Maxfield Francis Goldman

Liam refuses to speak to me now. Because, for once, I took action. Non-violent-action. Well, a series of actions, actually, the first of which was to invite him out for drinks when he came home for winter break.

August 5, 2025 | Fiction

Leaving New Russia

Maxfield Francis Goldman

Liam refuses to speak to me now. Because, for once, I took action. Non-violent-action. Well, a series of actions, actually, the first of which was to invite him out for drinks when he came home for winter break.

August 1, 2025 | Fiction

The Regular

Lydia Barnes

At this remark, her forehead crinkled, and it was clear that she hadn’t remembered their previous meeting. This should have come as no surprise to Lyle, who had lived forty-three-years of un-memorability. His style of dress unremarkable, his height medium, his face neither handsome nor ugly...

August 1, 2025 | Fiction

The Regular

Lydia Barnes

At this remark, her forehead crinkled, and it was clear that she hadn’t remembered their previous meeting. This should have come as no surprise to Lyle, who had lived forty-three-years of un-memorability. His style of dress unremarkable, his height medium, his face neither handsome nor ugly...

July 29, 2025 | Fiction

Excerpt From 'Fresh, Green Life'

Sebastian Castillo

Even my skin appeared more limpid than it did when I was in my twenties, when I was always on some badly cut party drug, chain-smoking yellow American Spirits, and shoving late-night, grease-dripping food into my mouth.

July 29, 2025 | Fiction

Excerpt From 'Fresh, Green Life'

Sebastian Castillo

Even my skin appeared more limpid than it did when I was in my twenties, when I was always on some badly cut party drug, chain-smoking yellow American Spirits, and shoving late-night, grease-dripping food into my mouth.

July 25, 2025 | Fiction

rateyourboyfriend.com

Brittany Deitch

When I get home, I buy the rateyourboyfriend.com domain name for the $900 upfront fee

July 25, 2025 | Fiction

rateyourboyfriend.com

Brittany Deitch

When I get home, I buy the rateyourboyfriend.com domain name for the $900 upfront fee

July 24, 2025 | Fiction

Practice Practice Practice

Tim Hardy

Darren had dropped out of art school after just six weeks, but he still insisted on referring to everything as his “practice”. Right now his practice involved sending fan letters to alt-lit

July 24, 2025 | Fiction

Practice Practice Practice

Tim Hardy

Darren had dropped out of art school after just six weeks, but he still insisted on referring to everything as his “practice”. Right now his practice involved sending fan letters to alt-lit

July 21, 2025 | Fiction

The Women (excerpts)

Shannon Waite

One of the men I’ve dated has a wooden cross erected in his front yard, and another guy drives a minivan.

July 21, 2025 | Fiction

The Women (excerpts)

Shannon Waite

One of the men I’ve dated has a wooden cross erected in his front yard, and another guy drives a minivan.

July 18, 2025 | Fiction

Dust

Katie Haley

Three hits and down I went. Into the floor. Puddled and leaking through the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

July 18, 2025 | Fiction

Dust

Katie Haley

Three hits and down I went. Into the floor. Puddled and leaking through the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

July 17, 2025 | Fiction

A Pile of Clothes

Greg Gerke

I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.

July 17, 2025 | Fiction

A Pile of Clothes

Greg Gerke

I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.

July 10, 2025 | Fiction

Painted Blue

Kitty Saint-Rémy

The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.

July 10, 2025 | Fiction

Painted Blue

Kitty Saint-Rémy

The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.

July 8, 2025 | Fiction

The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf

Helena Haitian Jiang

‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.

July 8, 2025 | Fiction

The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf

Helena Haitian Jiang

‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.

July 4, 2025 | Fiction

Read Sheet [DWJTM]

Ben Jahn

And by:

Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.

July 4, 2025 | Fiction

Read Sheet [DWJTM]

Ben Jahn

And by:

Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.

July 3, 2025 | Fiction

Sham Life

Leo Lasdun

My surroundings, though I’d moved through them prolifically as a child, seemed then like an opaque screen placed there to conceal something from me

July 3, 2025 | Fiction

Sham Life

Leo Lasdun

My surroundings, though I’d moved through them prolifically as a child, seemed then like an opaque screen placed there to conceal something from me

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

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…