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Navigating the Ambiguous Blue in Dr. Brenderson's Office photo
March 26, 2013 | Fiction

Navigating the Ambiguous Blue in Dr. Brenderson's Office

Andrew Stone

Inside, in the unforeseen, where the sounds of dust susurrus, we glimpse rainbowed light above the shadows. Will we ever reach there, we ask?

Wonders I. Wonders we.

Canada Dry photo
March 23, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

Canada Dry

Dave Housley

Excerpt from Centers for Disease Control: Obesity in Central Florida, February 2019.

Wes Urban, 32 years of age, 298 lbs.

We weren’t always like this. How fat we are is what I mean. Most of

Exits photo
March 22, 2013 | Fiction

Exits

Jason Kane

You stare down at the departed. The fulgurites of your heart chattering. She was, man, an episode. An emitter of staggering forked words...

An excerpt of the story "Underthings" from the collection Spectacle photo
March 20, 2013 | Excerpt, Fiction

An excerpt of the story "Underthings" from the collection Spectacle

Susan Steinberg

 

My boyfriend hit me in the face with a book. It was an accident, his hitting me. He only meant to hand me the book. He meant to hand the book back to me. But my face was in its path, he said.

Labyrinthian photo
March 18, 2013 | Fiction

Labyrinthian

Matt Rowan

Slowly he became aware he was no longer traveling down his back-entrance staircase.

Of Muzzy Smoke and Lapping Flame photo
March 14, 2013 | Fiction

Of Muzzy Smoke and Lapping Flame

Edmund Sandoval

Whatever crop and bung was leftover he burned in a large heap of muzzy smoke and lapping flame and when it was chopped down to ash and live glowing charcoal ember, he drug the spreader over the field, everything still burning and here and there little volcano puffs of flame and the iron wheels sizzling themselves...

All This Roadmap of Hurt photo
March 11, 2013 | Fiction

All This Roadmap of Hurt

Justin Lawrence Daugherty

Maria say she gon' tell me the future. She say she know. Mama taught her, but Maria had that gift, not her mama. The real kind. She'd seen all kinds of things 'fore they happen, like her brother shot dead in that parking lot, she'd seen it all four days before it happened.

What you gon' tell me I don't already know? I say.

Excerpt from the forthcoming novel Jillian photo
March 8, 2013 | Fiction

Excerpt from the forthcoming novel Jillian

Halle Butler

“We’re playing Memory Palace. It’s a medieval memory technique. If you need to remember a list of things, you pick a place that you remember well, like your childhood home or your office or your apartment, and you make a narrative...

For Steve photo
March 6, 2013 | Fiction

For Steve

Kristen Felicetti

If it hadn’t been for my day job, I never would have gone to Steve’s Shoes. I was a personal assistant to a famous actor’s wife, which meant I did the errands she didn’t want to be bothered with.

The French Shepherd photo
March 4, 2013 | Fiction

The French Shepherd

Liam Harkin

There were wolves near there. Wolves killing sheep. Poetry is dead. He thought. He could lend a hand.

Tongue photo
February 28, 2013 | Fiction

Tongue

David Cotrone

Kathryn was doing all she could to get her son to touch his food again. She wanted him to eat. “I don’t know what to do,” she said to the doctor. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” The pitch of her voice

Uptaten Towers photo
February 26, 2013 | Fiction

Uptaten Towers

Sam Martone

A hand over your mouth. A hush in the darkness. It’s the girl, whose name reminds you of another, who you remember marrying in some uncertain future or almost-forgotten dream.

Budwesier photo
February 23, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

Budwesier

Dave Housley

The man woke up and walked to the bathroom. He relieved his bladder and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at the clock. 6:25. He could either go back to sleep or head down to the basement

All She Had photo
February 21, 2013 | Fiction

All She Had

Jessica Richardson

A panel of grandfathers lived in the girl like a Greek chorus. One day she woke and they were building themselves bleachers. After that they didn’t do anything. Tired, they complained. They shouted

Tears of the Platonic Man photo
February 19, 2013 | Fiction

Tears of the Platonic Man

Mark Richardson

The Platonic Man cries whenever I cry. Tears will be streaming down my face and I’ll look up and he’ll be dabbing his eyes with a cloth napkin. 

"I know why you cry,” I say at the Cuban

Brief Historiography of a Still-Unfolding Narrative photo
February 18, 2013 | Breaking Bad fiction

Brief Historiography of a Still-Unfolding Narrative

Sam Price

She said, during the commercial break, that she was a fan of westerns. I said, I loved the train heist trope. She told me that we were going to wait on dinner, or that we should order in. I said, I

McDonald's photo
February 16, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

McDonald's

Dave Housley

We pull into the campground and it’s just like I imagined it would be: chaparral scrub receding to oaks and firs as we move up into the mountains on a gently winding road. You’d never know we’re

Music Reviews photo
February 11, 2013 | Fiction

Music Reviews

Daniel Mahoney

 

To London With Love

Artist: Wilhelm Blech
Album: Musicus Miscellanous; Christian Dean & Musica Immunda
Label: DNS

I am always looking outside myself for traces of the person I

Cassidy photo
February 6, 2013 | Fiction

Cassidy

Evelyn Hampton

At night the air waits for Cassidy the way it does for a fuse to free its load. Then the great burst air gets to be, the blues and pinks and falling greens of fleurs-de-lis the stars might have

Empty Handed Year photo
February 5, 2013 | Fiction

Empty Handed Year

Brian Carr

The first time I fingered a girl, I messed it up. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time. It happened on a Friday night, at a playground. There were four of us there. Two girls, two boys. It was a very open thing. The girl who I fingered said she’d let me try, and we sent our friends to the basketball court to wait for us. 

Super Bowl photo
February 4, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

Super Bowl

Dave Housley

Guildenstern flips the coin and holds it out for Rosencrantz to see.

“Heads,” Rosencrantz says. “Again heads.” He turns around. “So we were sent for?”

Guildenstern flips the coin. “I hear

Range Rover photo
February 2, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

Range Rover

Dave Housley

Captain’s Log: Captain Richard L. Hiltonshire, HMS Evoque, North Carolina Coast. May 12, 1801

The Coast is in sight. America, I pray, although with all that has gone astray on this cursed

On the Benefits of a Lego Heart... photo
January 30, 2013 | Fiction

On the Benefits of a Lego Heart...

Matthew Burnside

In my mind, I had already built a Lego wall around the perimeter of the yard, tall as the Siamese twin magnolia trees I sometimes sat in...

I WAS IN THIS MOVIE photo
January 29, 2013 | Fiction

I WAS IN THIS MOVIE

Susie Mee

I was in this movie. I was in this movie. I was in it. I was there. I was ripping in and out of the titles as they blinked across the screen. I was swimming through the avocado walls into the house

Toyota photo
January 26, 2013 | Commercial Fiction

Toyota

Dave Housley

Burns looks out toward the road. He puts a hand up to the glass and shakes his head. “I can’t believe this,” he says, his breath fogging the double-paned, oversized bay windows. “You’re not going

Recent Books

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

Nudes

Elle Nash

“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.” 

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine

 

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.