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September 7, 2020 | Fiction

Contracts

Chloe Hadavas

The boy’s hair was like the sand. He looked good. They all did, bruiseless in the sun. Striped towels in primary colors lay beneath them, shovels and tilting turrets walled them in. Sonia cupped a

September 7, 2020 | Fiction

Contracts

Chloe Hadavas

The boy’s hair was like the sand. He looked good. They all did, bruiseless in the sun. Striped towels in primary colors lay beneath them, shovels and tilting turrets walled them in. Sonia cupped a

September 4, 2020 | Fiction

The Dingos

Dane Harrison

Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.

September 4, 2020 | Fiction

The Dingos

Dane Harrison

Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.

September 3, 2020 | Fiction

Maeve

Walker Rutter-Bowman

I saw Maeve standing by the smoked nut stand. Her hair was flying in the wind. She was standing on the subway grate, letting those blasts blow at her, too. That seemed a little much. There was trash

September 3, 2020 | Fiction

Maeve

Walker Rutter-Bowman

I saw Maeve standing by the smoked nut stand. Her hair was flying in the wind. She was standing on the subway grate, letting those blasts blow at her, too. That seemed a little much. There was trash

September 2, 2020 | Fiction

Is Anyone There?

Hollynn Huitt

It has been two and a half months since I’ve seen anyone other than Evan, my new baby, and my husband, not counting the rotating cast of delivery drivers who balance the occasional jumbo box of diapers on the top of the fence post by the gate.

September 2, 2020 | Fiction

Is Anyone There?

Hollynn Huitt

It has been two and a half months since I’ve seen anyone other than Evan, my new baby, and my husband, not counting the rotating cast of delivery drivers who balance the occasional jumbo box of diapers on the top of the fence post by the gate.

September 1, 2020 | Fiction

Ken at the Modern Pharmacy

Jean Pierre Nikuze

He joins the queuing customers. He’d read the overhead menu when he drew closer. In the meantime he’d twiddle with his phone to avoid standing out like a statue. He wraps his scarf loosely around his

September 1, 2020 | Fiction

Ken at the Modern Pharmacy

Jean Pierre Nikuze

He joins the queuing customers. He’d read the overhead menu when he drew closer. In the meantime he’d twiddle with his phone to avoid standing out like a statue. He wraps his scarf loosely around his

August 30, 2020 | Fiction

Ball Don't Lie

Matt Boyarsky

When we were kids, my sister kicked this boy.

August 30, 2020 | Fiction

Ball Don't Lie

Matt Boyarsky

When we were kids, my sister kicked this boy.

August 21, 2020 | Fiction

The Girl in the Glass Coffin

Megan Culhane Galbraith

I went looking for her. He went looking for her. She went looking for her. They went looking for her. 

We all went looking for her.

I look. 
You look. 
He looks. 
She looks. 
They look. 
We

August 21, 2020 | Fiction

The Girl in the Glass Coffin

Megan Culhane Galbraith

I went looking for her. He went looking for her. She went looking for her. They went looking for her. 

We all went looking for her.

I look. 
You look. 
He looks. 
She looks. 
They look. 
We

August 20, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Set of Mothers

Emily James

Each year, the clouds lowered. Each year, the boys' hopes crept closer to their grasp.

August 20, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Set of Mothers

Emily James

Each year, the clouds lowered. Each year, the boys' hopes crept closer to their grasp.

August 19, 2020 | Fiction

Shards of Glass

Michael Pikna

Arranged in front of Papa were a cup of coffee, his glass eye, and a shot of whiskey.  One by one, they would patch him up before he left for work.  The sun hadn’t yet chinned the horizon, and we sat

August 19, 2020 | Fiction

Shards of Glass

Michael Pikna

Arranged in front of Papa were a cup of coffee, his glass eye, and a shot of whiskey.  One by one, they would patch him up before he left for work.  The sun hadn’t yet chinned the horizon, and we sat

August 11, 2020 | Fiction

Louisiana Dental

Mik Grantham

 sat on my couch for twenty-four hours popping oxycontin while I watched a full season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and Rory were not on speaking terms and I missed my mom.

August 11, 2020 | Fiction

Louisiana Dental

Mik Grantham

 sat on my couch for twenty-four hours popping oxycontin while I watched a full season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and Rory were not on speaking terms and I missed my mom.

August 5, 2020 | Fiction

Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry

Nora E. Derrington

One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.

August 5, 2020 | Fiction

Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry

Nora E. Derrington

One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.

August 3, 2020 | Fiction

Pacific Theater

Brett Stuckel

Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.

August 3, 2020 | Fiction

Pacific Theater

Brett Stuckel

Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.

July 29, 2020 | Fiction

Opana, Dying, in Baltimore: An Excerpt from Fucked Up

Damien Ark

I return to the kitchen and walk in on Jodeci pulling a syringe out of her neck. She takes the rope from my hands and uses it as a tourniquet for my arm.

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