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Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown photo
May 6, 2020 | Fiction

Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown

Brian Allen Carr

I have seen charlatans and I have seen television ministers, and  I was beginning to get that vibe.

Beach House photo
May 5, 2020 | Fiction

Beach House

Mary Miller

“But you named him Davey and my name is David. You might change it up next time.”

“I know your name,” she said.

May 4, 2020 | Fiction


Garielle Lutz

He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.

The Car Tag Kids photo
May 1, 2020 | Fiction

The Car Tag Kids

Jennifer Todhunter

After every funeral, we play car tag. Lift keys from our front hallways, still dressed in black skirts and skinny ties, pair into the... more

Rapp’s Field photo
April 30, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Rapp’s Field

Ed Ruzicka

We played in our cousin’s backyard. It was always pitcher’s hand out, right field out. If you did dish it right over the barbed wire into... more

Invisible Men photo
April 27, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Invisible Men

Thomas Reed Willemain

Three boys took their positions on the makeshift field. The flagstone wall edging the upper lawn was the outfield fence. One foul line... more

They Call It Relief Pitching photo
April 24, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

They Call It Relief Pitching

Ben Cosman

They sent me out here to get the final two outs of the eighth inning, to be the set-up man for The Closer, to set up his rightful dominion The Save, but now instead of setting up The Save I am going to blow The Save before The Closer even gets his shot at The Save.

My Brother’s Catcher photo
April 23, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

My Brother’s Catcher

Scott Ray

As the blows against each other’s ribs and the glancing strikes on their now helmetless heads escalated, I moved to get out of the dugout and pull them apart, but their father, Coach Christen, blocked the exit with a Louisville Slugger

New Student Worker at the Library photo
April 22, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

New Student Worker at the Library

Benjamin Niespodziany

He visited the library later that night still in his baseball gear, his eye black dancing with tears.  I'm sorry, I said, but three strikes is three strikes. His batting glove let me know he understood.

1988 photo
April 20, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction


Kimberly Bliss

The east side of Buffalo’s shuttered windshield wiper plants wilted in rust, and hardscrabble butch lesbians screamed towards first base under a... more

The Steadying Hand photo
April 8, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Steadying Hand

Holly M. Wendt

The catcher will rest a hand—bare or double-weighted in leather—on the hunch of your shoulder. 

Cleaning House photo
March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

Listen photo
March 27, 2020 | Fiction


Katherine Sinback

Listen to your mother.

She of the red lipstick, the garish slash of mouth that looks like you... more

Last Thing photo
March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

Flesh of My Flesh photo
March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

Shorthand photo
March 20, 2020 | Fiction


Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

A Girl Cawed photo
March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

Death Packet photo
March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

The Anniversary photo
March 16, 2020 | Fiction

The Anniversary

Harris Lahti

Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot photo
March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin... more

Bad Construction photo
March 11, 2020 | Fiction

Bad Construction

Heather De Bel

There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.

Seven Synchronized Scenes photo
March 9, 2020 | Fiction

Seven Synchronized Scenes

Laurel Shimasaki

A city wide boil advisory is still out. Brain eating amoebas were detected in the tap.

Getting Clean photo
March 6, 2020 | Fiction

Getting Clean

Elizabeth Droppers

Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch.... more

From Once Nice People photo
March 4, 2020 | Fiction

From Once Nice People

Thea Zimmer

We heard something Anglo, unhinged, too human. We’d been hoping for Shrimp killing Cow or Cow killing Shrimp, but it was you, Bitcha, flailing and teetering about in the night sky.

Baby photo
March 2, 2020 | Fiction


Bruce McAllister

Toward the end, when heart disease had already taken my father, and my mother was alone—which she found intolerable—her doctors felt she had... more

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