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March 25, 2015 | Fiction

The Worst Gravity

Ian Lee Lamb

Excerpt from the novel, Squish.

March 24, 2015 | Fiction

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.

March 19, 2015 | Fiction

Open Your Heart

Roya Khatiblou

The boy is sprawled across the woman’s bed . . . 

March 17, 2015 | Fiction

Press

Marvin Shackelford

She wasn’t a real pretty girl, but it was Valentine’s and a Saturday night and we had booze.

March 16, 2015 | Fiction

No Sand at the Beach

Michael McGrath

There were reports of a vagrant living in a bathhouse.

March 13, 2015 | Fiction

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.

March 12, 2015 | Fiction

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.

March 3, 2015 | Fiction

What To Do with the Pain In Your Chest

Courtney Sender

Excise it.  Use a cheese wire . . . 

February 27, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 25, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 23, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 20, 2015 | Fiction

The Lot

Stephany Aulenback

It was tiny, the prefab. A neat little one-room bungalow with a kitchenette along one wall and a tiny separate bathroom and the saleswoman told Greg that, in a pinch, he could move in as soon as it was delivered.

February 19, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 18, 2015 | Fiction

Seed Room

David Rice

 I looked down and saw, in place of the disorder there had been, the penis and testicles of a small boy sprouting from me, growing incrementally as I ran, at about the rate of one year per second. 

February 17, 2015 | Fiction

Autumn Rhythm

Jimmy Chen

Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes. 

February 16, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 13, 2015 | Fiction

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

February 11, 2015 | Fiction

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

February 9, 2015 | Fiction

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.

February 6, 2015 | Fiction

A Thicket. A Glen.

Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?

February 4, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Robert Lopez

The trouble with paddling is your arms get tired. I tell this to the girls but they don’t listen.

January 27, 2015 | Fiction

Grieve

Katherine Robb

Call brother Henry in Louisville. Tell him to call baby sister Clementine in Augusta.

January 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Red Crown

Elizabeth Hart Bergstrom

Once, all foxes were silver.

January 19, 2015 | Fiction

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.

January 15, 2015 | Fiction

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