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May 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

Red Hands

Barrett Bowlin

No cheating; you've got to keep your fingers touching my fingers. Good. Remember to keep your hands flat. Flat and steady and ready.

May 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

Ex-Ray

Amy V. Blakemore

When I broke up with you, I thought you might kill me, and somehow, I was bored.

May 17, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Guided Meditation and Relaxation

Andrew Bomback

Xenia and I had been cheating on each other with the same woman for about three months

May 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Another Old Man at the Bridge

Sarah Viren

You will read my restrained but subtly brutal birth story and finally recognize that we who give birth are dauntless soldiers returning to the fight and we are also the old men ignoring the bombs because we have animals at home we love too much to go on and we have never felt more alive than we do right now.

May 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

Liveblog 2

Megan Boyle

Like if I were at this apartment in 2009 I’d be talking to some guy with scraggly teeth and pockmarked skin and a hoodie but he’d also be like, unconventionally handsome, but you could tell the last time he talked to his mom he said some fucked up shit and probably beat up his siblings growing up, and I’d be thinking ‘this seems like…my only option…’ 

May 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine

Chloe Caldwell

People I Don’t _______ to anymore. This is a prompt inspired by Chelsea Hodson’s essay, People I Don’t Talk To Anymore.

May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

April 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Ritual

Emily Costa

This is our second time playing but he’s still constantly clarifying, correcting. The game, this one or the real one, has strict rules. You can’t fuck it up. You need to understand every instruction, every play, need to speak the language, know the abbreviations.

April 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

Brushback

Christa Champion

Usually when my parents went off to lead one of these weekend retreats, they’d leave all four of us kids to stay at the same place, usually with another retreat family, sometimes even people we already knew.

April 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Jubilation

A. Smith

At the end of the 90s, the MLB’s closest analogue was the WWF.

April 13, 2020 | Nonfiction

Walk-Off

A. J. Bermudez

The helmet is slightly too big, and the interior foam padding is the texture of damp dough, thanks to Paula’s fat, sweaty head.

April 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

On the Purity of Baseball

J. A. Bernstein

This will not work.

April 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Boys in Summer

Kent Jacobson

“How ‘bout it, Ronnie. Throw something Butch can hit. Try over the plate for once.”

March 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Bigger Splash

Jordan Floyd

I could have no path, no idea of what I should be or how I should live. I could skate through neighborhoods, where I wouldn’t find a Mormon church or anyone who knew I had strayed from the path I was raised to follow

March 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Slim Sexuality

Chelsey Clammer

In my head, dating women was a body competition.

March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

After the Heat

Paige Towers

Because let’s face it, boiled tea does not meet my privileged standards for heat. 

March 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

Tymbal

Colleen Mayo

I remember being young and small and barefoot on the concrete floor: look closely and see how the cicada shells vibrate as the Texas Hill Country winds sift in.

March 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Goodbye Big Red

Paul Hansen

If I’m going to be honest, my life has been running at something of a parallel to Husker Football for the last ten years, over which time I’ve tried to hack it as a musician, restaurateur, and writer.

March 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

Good company 

Eleanor Garran

My mother once jumped off a boat into a swarm of jellyfish. Why did she think they would not sting?

March 2, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Day's Waste

Aram Mrjoian

I awoke no more than ten minutes ago and already so much has been consumed

February 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 4)

Madison Smartt Bell

Part 1 of 4
Part 2 of 4
Part 3 of 4

 

Apart from all these violent events, Raziel, De Kuff, and the other cult members have been moving between Jerusalem, Safed (site of the ancient

February 21, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 3)

Madison Smartt Bell

The story of religious mania and the story of political violence look very likely to converge on each other.  Having consciously elected the first, Lucas keeps being drawn, sometimes unwillingly, sometimes unwittingly, toward the other. Both feature his new inamorata, Sonia Barnes.

February 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Glassel Bridge

Katbug

There is a universe of existence we have no words for, and maybe that is why we sequester ourselves in naturally quarantined cities: fear of the unknown and unintelligible.

February 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

From the Sublime to the Hilarious: On Damascus Gate by Robert Stone (part 2)

Madison Smartt Bell

If Lucas is the most obvious Bob Stone avatar in Damascus Gate, Adam De Kuff might also be a contender, sharing with his author an improperly managed mental illness (it’s made very plain that De Kuff has stopped taking his prescribed bipolar meds a long while back)

February 12, 2020 | Nonfiction

About a Million Joans

Gabe Montesanti

“How do I know if it’s right?” I wrote. “How did you know?” “I just knew,” she texted back. 

Recent Books

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

 "It captures all the doubts, giddiness, confessional streaks, blabbiness, self-alarms, rationalizations, feigned equipoise, and instantly breakable resolves of a person freshly infatuated and likely in love."   -anonymous writer friend

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor