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The Olive Theory
Maggie Pahos
This is how I want to remember us: the tattered rooster blanket, the wine bottle with a pen through the cork, Herc’s fur in tumbleweeds in the grass, Audrey’s red fingernails...
Local Curses
Jack Vening
There was no mystery to why we learned these things. Our parents told them to make the good times a little harder, or the hard times just a little bit worse. What is security but another opportunity to be creative in our fear.
Supermarket Peaches
Jennifer Chiu
Kevin hates it when you leave the peaches on the counter, plump orange skin bruising when squeezed. You stare at them when you do your morning pages at 8A.M. like the productivity videos you watch,
Them Bones
CK Kane
“Mom, if I was born a boy,”
“Like you were supposed to be,” without a tinge of playfulness as she scanned the bar cart in the living room for her preferred drink. She resembled a mannequin and had
Things Women Do Out of Politeness
Barbara Cameron
Teenaged girls raised in the sixties, what harm could come from going with a sought after, popular guy?
You See What I'm Saying, Right?
Harris Lahti
Then a spring day burns through with such clarity Melissa asks me to help her interview dog walkers at the dog park. Not the day nurse. Not the other aid. Me—our first outing since the
The Midnight Room
Ceara Masker
Before I was me, I was somebody else, the same as we all are. A human is constantly shedding skin like a snake. It’s just a metaphor.
I learned all the tricks in middle school; I learned how to
The Romantic
Siamak Vossoughi
How many white girls of twelve and thirteen became the dreamed-about woman back home when I listened to Every Little Kiss by Bruce Hornsby and the Range?
Wanting Nothing
Felicia Rosemary Urso
In the morning, we don’t move. I’m satisfied. I’m easy to love. I’m not freezing and still drunk.
Seven Ghosts
David Mohan
Throughout our first year in that house you woke feeling this ghost’s breath on your face, and at night, sometimes, you’d jump up frantic, swearing you’d felt its grave-clasp on your ankle or arm.
National Pastime
Brett Biebel
Somewhere in the archives of Baseball America, there’s a story by an Italian journalist named Giovanna de la something or other, and she attempts to verify, through old box scores and personal
The New Opening Day
John Paul Carillo
The paper said my team (Sand Gnats) had a chance this year (second season with the new name), so I opened the fridge, opened a beer, sat down, and turned the TV on to watch the first game of the
An Inning at Camden Yards
Peter Tyree Morrison Colwell
It took me all morning to build the fence. I used old lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, and rusty sign posts from the dumpster behind 7-Eleven. I meant for it to look like Camden Yards. The right field
Husky Park
T.J. Larkey
Bishop and I were smoking a joint on the pitcher’s mound. We drew dicks with our fingers next our school’s logo. It was mid-March, around midnight. I stopped drawing dicks and looked up at the empty
The Irony of Inclusion
Rae Griffin
Let them do the majority of the talking. Laugh at their jokes. Ask them about their motorcycle, their new car, their recent trip to the Maldives.
It Never Stops
Jared Yates Sexton
By late August, Mary-Beth was sweating on her front porch swing, a bottle of Budweiser resting on the table her daughter Madison gave her for Mother’s Day a decade earlier. Mary-Beth had been watching
Dispatches
Jesse Salvo
I have made my decision: I am going to set myself on fire.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!