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October 17, 2014 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll

A few weeks ago my wife told that I have some mild hoarding tendencies.

She said she was sick of it. The thousands of marijuana roaches I'll never smoke. All the goddamned books lying

October 16, 2014 | Nonfiction

I Am Grocery Shopping

Shaun Turner

I pass a woman who holds a red polka dot Christmas music box in her lap. I never see her turn the key, but as I scan the aisles for my specific things—the white balsamic vinegar, the slivers of blanched almonds—I hear Jingle Bells faintly, somewhere behind me, no matter where I am.

October 6, 2014 | Nonfiction


Nicole Walker

That ability to dissociate—to look from above. You think it would make us save ourselves, seeing the planet from afar, feeling like with one hand, maybe you could fix it.  

September 16, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Fisherman

Hunter Sharpless

At first sight the line, nearly invisible but sometimes catching a ray of sun through the clinging water droplets, ran parallel to the brown water’s surface, from the tip of the pole held by the fisherman standing in the shallows out to unknown depths.

September 2, 2014 | Nonfiction

Your Call is Important to Us: Ballad of a Telemarketer

Shannon McLeod

“My son was murdered last year. His bride murdered him.”

August 26, 2014 | Nonfiction

Ron Allen’s Entertainer Zero Machine at Hasting’s Ballroom, Detroit, 2004

Sean Kilpatrick

Where the fuck are the collected plays of Ron Allen? The police have won, that’s where.

August 5, 2014 | Nonfiction


Steve Anwyll


This was a sign as far as I was concerned. The high water mark. The North American standard for being a shitbag.

A plague of the poor and dirty.

So when we started to see

July 31, 2014 | Nonfiction

LDR/MTM: A Review of Friendship

Amanda Goldblatt

LOL. When I send you emails re: feminism I feel like I'm trolling you. It isn’t that you don’t care about equal rights and access. It’s just that it’s not “your bag” to talk about it a whole lot.

July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Opportunity is Missed by Most People

Joe Sacksteder

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like squeegeeing sewage out the back door of the break room for three hours. Or push-brooming a greenhouse until your black snot could be used as an adhesive. Cupping each writhing Bag-a-Bug to see if they’ve eaten their fill of Japanese beetles. 

July 30, 2014 | Nonfiction

Thought-Diving: An Essay

Spencer Hyde

 I breathed in deeply, not knowing at the time I was breathing in the lives of all those at the café, those I sat with just moments before, molecules sliding from the rubble of the explosion into my lungs, bones nestling behind bones.

July 15, 2014 | Nonfiction

We Walk a Line

Amy Butcher

My roommate lives her life differently. This is what she claims. 

July 10, 2014 | Nonfiction

Obsolete People

Tovah Burstein

You are obsolete. The cashier in your neighborhood’s grocery store is obsolete.  The typesetter—who placed each individual letter for the headlines of the morning paper—is obsolete. Tollbooths barely require someone to stand sentry in the middle of the highway to collect coins anymore and soon enough lasers will replace surgeons in operating rooms as well.

July 2, 2014 | Nonfiction

Dramatic Photos of a Fire: A Great, Stop-Motion Tragedy

Michael Pagan

How we pretended to be other people for fun: “Hi, what’s your name?” she asked. “Bill,” I said. “Bill, huh? I can think of a lot of words that rhyme with Bill.”

July 1, 2014 | Nonfiction

Other People Podcast

Sean Kilpatrick

If one person can take from this that it is not about privilege, it is not fiction versus poet, it is none of the internet fashions of complaint and it is not anonymous (even though I am any-goddamn-pleasing-way anonymous with or without my fucking name) ...

June 10, 2014 | Nonfiction

Merry Christmas, Cheryl Ann

Nathan Elias

The next three and a half or four minutes will be used to draw conclusions on the relevance and authenticity of Christmas based on self reflexivity by using photographs of Cheryl Ann during the days leading up to Christmas. 

June 4, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Last Room

Amy Benson

Humans learn occlusion on their way out of infancy—the ability to grasp that the toy still exists when it’s under the blanket...

May 26, 2014 | Nonfiction

Baptisms for the Dead

Troy Weaver

We took a bus down to Dallas, TX, probably forty or fifty of us, and spent the night praying for our families in a large hotel room.

May 20, 2014 | Nonfiction


Amanda Goldblatt

I wake up one morning and want to read Woolf. Being a woman writer. Is being a woman-who-is-a-writer something to consider, or. Yet it is not the gender really but the closeness to the skin,

May 19, 2014 | Nonfiction

The Burrito: A Brief History

Angela Morales

A burrito, historically, was a food of convenience, much like the sandwich—a transport vehicle for the meal itself...

May 15, 2014 | Nonfiction


Jordan Castro

Versace "Medusa" V-Neck T-Shirt

This is the first article of designer clothing I ever owned. A month or so after I got out of rehab my grandma gave me a Nordstrom gift card for my birthday and

May 13, 2014 | Nonfiction

5 Short Essays 

Thomas Cook

Imagine if you can, "a dirty house in a gutted world," the poet said, which what the poet said is precisely what I saw when I stopped to look around while listening to reports from the BBC and ironing my favorite lavender blouse. 

May 6, 2014 | Nonfiction

How I Turned Skyrim into a Middle-Class Life Simulator.

Darren Davis

In November 2011, Bethesda Game Studios released Skyrim, a gigantic, multi-console fantasy role playing game set in Bethesda's larger Elder Scrolls universe. Also in November 2011, I was just starting my graduate program at the University of Washington. I watched the footage on YouTube and told myself that after grad school, after I was done studying literary nonfiction and contextualizing and living an examined life, I would play the hell out of this game.

April 29, 2014 | Nonfiction

hi my name is, huh? my name is, what?

Richard Wehrenberg, Jr.


in maybe middle school i started telling my teachers, on the first day of class, that i’d prefer to be called rich. my friends started calling me rich too, because i told them to. i think

April 21, 2014 | Nonfiction

Frasier at 31

Amanda Goldblatt

Frasier Crane never gets what he wants because Frasier Crane is a horrible person.


Amanda is in her first year of a new city, Chicago, binging on television on the internet, and suspects

April 14, 2014 | Nonfiction

The First Game

Nicholas Ward

We parked on Michigan Avenue like we always would, walking hand-in-hand through Corktown, the oldest neighborhood in Detroit. We bought peanuts in brown paper bags from vendors on the street. They

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Elizabeth Ellen

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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.


Elle Nash

“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.” 

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine