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May 24, 2021 | Fiction

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,

May 20, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 20, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 13, 2021 | Fiction

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?

May 13, 2021 | Fiction

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?

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 12, 2021 | Fiction

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

May 11, 2021 | Fiction

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?

May 11, 2021 | Fiction

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?

May 10, 2021 | Fiction

YOLO

Elizabeth Ellen

“See,” I said. “We’re both nihilists.”

 “I’m not a nihilist,” Matt said. He was at the kitchen sink filling his flask.

May 10, 2021 | Fiction

YOLO

Elizabeth Ellen

“See,” I said. “We’re both nihilists.”

 “I’m not a nihilist,” Matt said. He was at the kitchen sink filling his flask.

May 7, 2021 | Fiction

Joiner

Crow Jonah Norlander

For the first time ever, they were being honest about their sex lives.

May 7, 2021 | Fiction

Joiner

Crow Jonah Norlander

For the first time ever, they were being honest about their sex lives.

May 6, 2021 | Fiction

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.

May 6, 2021 | Fiction

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.

May 5, 2021 | Fiction

Mums

Adam Jeffrey Jr.

Turns out, we decided later, it was silly to try and sell flowers at all. The user experience of flowers had to be re-tooled.

May 5, 2021 | Fiction

Mums

Adam Jeffrey Jr.

Turns out, we decided later, it was silly to try and sell flowers at all. The user experience of flowers had to be re-tooled.

May 3, 2021 | Fiction

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.

May 3, 2021 | Fiction

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.

April 27, 2021 | Fiction

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

April 27, 2021 | Fiction

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

April 23, 2021 | Fiction

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

April 23, 2021 | Fiction

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

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

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

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub