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Toenail Love
Connor Ferguson
The nails on my pinky toes are just nubbins, really — sort of shapeless blobs of keratin that grow in a little pit at the end of each toe.
Open Your Heart
Roya Khatiblou
The boy is sprawled across the woman’s bed . . .
No Sand at the Beach
Michael McGrath
There were reports of a vagrant living in a bathhouse.
Maybe We Should Get Tattoos and Other Possibilities for Happiness
N. Michelle AuBuchon
I don’t know if my husband and I are on the way to church or a hangover.
Fan Fiction About Bass Lines
Pete Holby
The bass line to “If I Was Your Girlfriend” curled into a smaller ball and pulled the thin blanket in tighter.
What To Do with the Pain In Your Chest
Courtney Sender
Excise it. Use a cheese wire . . .
Huff and Puff
Eshu Bandele
My man shocked me by pulling out dirty magazines with pictures of fat black women called Black Tail. He had had the mags concealed in an oversize manila envelope.
Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity
Derick Dupre
The Germans call it the downfall. The French call it sleep. The Polish just give you vague directions.
Russian Fathers and Russian Sons
Hugh Smith
It’s also the story of a horse, which is a word but also a kind of animal.
Cigarette Shotgun
Victor Freeze
All I wanted to do was tell some jokes at an open mic and look what I had to go through. I was running for my life.
Autumn Rhythm
Jimmy Chen
Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes.
2 Fictions
Stefan Kiesbye
Katie keeps a pet duck in her Echo Park garden house. We sit on the edge of her tub and she sings, 'You are so beautiful to me,' the Joe Cocker song.
Craig and Crystal
Fortunato Salazar
and yes, I know how everyone beats up on StevenHawking, that he doesn’t do his thinking for himself, he had one good idea and that was that
Beaver Hunt
Vanessa Norton
We stood there, not knowing what to do, so he lowered himself to the floor to show me how he slept.
“Don't you get cold?”
“Only when it's windy.”
“You're in Wyoming.”
“I'll show
Babies from the Dry Counties
Adam Morris
Babies from the Dry Counties became a fated élite. From the creamiest of breasts to organic kale pudding and Montessori kindergarten.
A Thicket. A Glen.
Jane-Rebecca Cannarella
We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?
2 Fictions
Robert Lopez
The trouble with paddling is your arms get tired. I tell this to the girls but they don’t listen.
One Hundred One Sentences for Sir Ernest Shackleton
Kelly Ramsey
1. It was always ice. Ice: a word like a shard of glass shived in his ribs. The dark plain he was bound to travel. His paramour, his nightmare, his lost thumb. His vice.
Symptomatic
Valerie Vogrin
You are a diagnostician, alert for symptoms: ridged fingernails, yellow eye-whites, swollen knuckles, broken capillaries.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!
Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)
Elizabeth Ellen
"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz