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January 27, 2022 | Fiction

Weak Tea Scam

Joy Guo

Find your mark. As American as they come. Like this couple, standing a few feet to your left. Around your age, but taller, sturdier, sun-fed and muscular. Their smiles remind you of neatly racked milk bottles.  

January 27, 2022 | Fiction

Weak Tea Scam

Joy Guo

Find your mark. As American as they come. Like this couple, standing a few feet to your left. Around your age, but taller, sturdier, sun-fed and muscular. Their smiles remind you of neatly racked milk bottles.  

January 20, 2022 | Fiction

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven

Rin Kelly

It was during the seventh experiment that I died, or I think I died—I mean, I must have died because if I hadn’t there surely would have been a lawsuit of some sort, and I’d know about it by now if I hadn’t died. Maybe I’d be filthy rich and wouldn’t have to keep signing up for these research studies and tests just to pay my bills. And to buy my pills.

January 20, 2022 | Fiction

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven

Rin Kelly

It was during the seventh experiment that I died, or I think I died—I mean, I must have died because if I hadn’t there surely would have been a lawsuit of some sort, and I’d know about it by now if I hadn’t died. Maybe I’d be filthy rich and wouldn’t have to keep signing up for these research studies and tests just to pay my bills. And to buy my pills.

January 19, 2022 | Fiction

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional

Harris Lahti

The man who used to be my husband wanted to hook up.  “Right here,” he said after parking our Nissan Sable in the road we used to live on and killing the headlights

January 19, 2022 | Fiction

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional

Harris Lahti

The man who used to be my husband wanted to hook up.  “Right here,” he said after parking our Nissan Sable in the road we used to live on and killing the headlights

January 14, 2022 | Fiction

Horse Poor

Alexander Lumans

After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.

January 14, 2022 | Fiction

Horse Poor

Alexander Lumans

After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.

January 12, 2022 | Fiction

Adjudicate

Michael Snyder

I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.

January 12, 2022 | Fiction

Adjudicate

Michael Snyder

I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.

January 3, 2022 | Fiction

Absent Goras

Avee Chaudhuri

The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.

January 3, 2022 | Fiction

Absent Goras

Avee Chaudhuri

The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.

December 31, 2021 | Fiction

BURNING BUSH

Ross McMeekin

My child could draw that.

December 31, 2021 | Fiction

BURNING BUSH

Ross McMeekin

My child could draw that.

December 22, 2021 | Fiction

The Day The Billionaire Exploded

Joe Marczynski

When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.

December 22, 2021 | Fiction

The Day The Billionaire Exploded

Joe Marczynski

When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.

December 3, 2021 | Fiction

Daughter of Ants

Natasha Ayaz

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

December 3, 2021 | Fiction

Daughter of Ants

Natasha Ayaz

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

November 29, 2021 | Fiction

The Reformer

Claudia Ross

I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.

November 29, 2021 | Fiction

The Reformer

Claudia Ross

I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.

November 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Weather in Minnesota

James Sullivan

Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.

November 25, 2021 | Fiction

The Weather in Minnesota

James Sullivan

Who could need this much flesh? Four pounds of Louisiana crawfish, one pound of Alaskan king crab legs, six pounds swordfish steaks, a pound of oysters, three pounds lobster tails, five ribeye steaks, three New York strips, six T-bones, four packs of stew beef, two family packs of chicken drumsticks, and enough shrimp to fill five plastic shopping bags.

November 22, 2021 | Fiction

And Then He Got Squished

Ann Manov

Last summer everyone was wrestling. Claudia started it. She said It’s been so long since I touched someone and threw Tobias on the ground.

November 22, 2021 | Fiction

And Then He Got Squished

Ann Manov

Last summer everyone was wrestling. Claudia started it. She said It’s been so long since I touched someone and threw Tobias on the ground.

November 19, 2021 | Fiction

@AssistedLiving

Joseph Cummins

HEY THERE, Bill Baxter. This is your friend Sue Parnet. I just now saw your name pop up and decided it is time to see how you are doing.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

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