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Wind photo
May 1, 2012 | Fiction


Elizabeth Crane


On the last day of her life, my grandmother woke up, went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and looked into the mirror to discover that she was bald. Oh! she said. That's a fright. This

The Baby photo
May 1, 2012 | Fiction

The Baby

Pamela Harcourt


The Baby's signature sportcoat was caught in the cab door again. "Every danged time," he muttered into his coffee. He disliked being seen riding in a cab, certain that others assumed he had a

The Buddy System photo
May 1, 2012 | Fiction

The Buddy System

Jon Morgan Davies


The afternoon David was fired for stealing company office supplies and reselling them in an office superstore parking lot, the four verificationists took lunch ninety minutes late to see the

She'd Taught Us How photo
May 1, 2012 | Fiction

She'd Taught Us How

Jesse Eagle


We the children were out there in the alley again, digging holes in the asphalt with our shovels, digging holes in the dark and wind and snow, but no matter how hard we dug our sister wasn’t

Cuspis photo
May 1, 2012 | Fiction


Emilia Phillips


My father told me tollbooths were drive-thru dentists. The orthodontists were the lanes labeled EXACT CHANGE ONLY. "They change your teeth," he said, "until they're exact."

I cranked down

A Visit to the Dock photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

A Visit to the Dock

Bruce Harris

Most baseball fans remember the late Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis for his June 12, 1970 no-hitter against the San Diego Padres in San Diego. Dock struck out 6, walked 8, and hit one

The Holding, The Explosion photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

The Holding, The Explosion

Caleb Curtiss

Four hours before my 3rd shift, Sertaun is behind home plate calling balls and strikes and I am hung over as shit standing behind first, a few paces off the base path. Sertaun knows I am hung over,

Ken Burns' Little League photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

Ken Burns' Little League

Dan Moreau


Episode 1
Humble Beginnings

The first official Little League was played in 1882 on a balmy summer afternoon in Springfield, MA. It was a perfect day for a ball game, the grass freshly

Only Catchers Get Credit For Their Unflinchingness photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

Only Catchers Get Credit For Their Unflinchingness

Ronald Metellus

The Catcher showed his pointer finger, the signal for a fastball. Two fingers issued a polite suggestion for a curveball. If the Pitcher included a change-up in his arsenal, and he really should,

Baseball is Poetry photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

Baseball is Poetry

Sam Ramos


Mike Hampton - P

When I wore my Astros hat and jersey to see them play the Cubs at Wrigley Field, someone threw a tampon at me, still in its wrapper. I didn’t see who threw it.


Craig Griffey photo
April 1, 2012 | Fiction, BASEBALL

Craig Griffey

Mark Baumer

Craig Griffey ate snowflakes because he thought it would make him better at baseball.

When Craig Griffey was six he almost retired from baseball to pursue a career in motorcycles, but his

Little League Primer photo
April 1, 2012 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Little League Primer

Daniel Romo


Pitcher (1)

Often the biggest and most talented. Best arm on the team. A steady fastball, a heady game. Wise beyond his age. Perennial All-Star. Nothing to do with the fact that he’s

Saturday photo
April 1, 2012 | BASEBALL, Fiction


Kara Vernor

Girls, sweating in their polyester knickers, await their turns at the plate. Ankles clacking, mouths breathing, “We want a pitcher, not a belly-itcher!” Coach Agliolo frowns.

Bench 1 watches,

Out In The World photo
April 1, 2012 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Out In The World

Curtis Dawkins

Renteria almost hits one out in the bottom of the ninth of a 3-3 game against Cleveland. It’s been a nightmare season of almosts for Detroit. Still, I watch them every single night. Inge pops up to

Rotation photo
April 1, 2012 | BASEBALL, Fiction


James Scott

They said the scar tissue would break up in your shoulder, and that this could be a painful process. You imagine it cracking like dry earth every time you loosen up in the morning, and this helps

old HOBART archives photo
January 1, 2012 | Interview, Fiction

old HOBART archives

We are working toward converting all of the old into the new. We are not forsaking our past! But... it's going to take time. In the meantime...


Amir photo
December 1, 2011 | Fiction


Brandon Hobson

My boss’s dealer was an Israeli guy named Amir who lived in Highland Park with his girlfriend and drove a Porsche. I met him one afternoon my first week working at Vintage Guitars. My boss Rick was

One-Act Plays About Blonde-Haired Ponies photo
December 1, 2011 | Fiction

One-Act Plays About Blonde-Haired Ponies

Rachel Yoder

I’ll be the blonde-haired pony and you be the three-toed sloth on LSD. You be “altered.” You be “tripping balls.” You sit there, slowly drawing booger-like animals on a pad of paper with your three

Her Knuckles Little Eggs photo
December 1, 2011 | Fiction

Her Knuckles Little Eggs

Molly Prentiss

The chemistry started in biology class. It was first period, and Roo had just gotten her first period. She could smell herself. Or she smelled something. It might have been the science room. Weird

Shoaling photo
December 1, 2011 | Fiction


Gary L. McDowell

My father, when he tried to quit smoking, used to suck on aquarium stones he sterilized at work. He claimed they worked better than candy or gum, which his doctor recommended. He’d slip a stone

Tubman photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction


James Flaherty


Presume a bathroom and a row of yellow and hotly round fluorescents above the mirror. Presume a young woman with her hip to the linoleum, her temple to her wrist. She cleans with her free

The Second Person photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Second Person

Ted McLoof

You are a good-looking man. You know this because people tell you all the time, sometimes out of nowhere. You assume that people don’t get told that all the time unless it is deserved. You have

Easter at Uncle Nikolai's photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Easter at Uncle Nikolai's

Matthew Purdy


After the divorce, my uncle Nicolai became an amateur taxidermist. His first attempts were on roadkill, then the mice he took from the traps he set in the kitchen. He sent us pictures. My

Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy

Carmela Starace

This is the story about how I lost my husband.



Jamie had been in the hospital getting blood work and pre-op type treatment since finally,finally, he’d made it to the top of the

A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward photo
November 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward

Alan Stewart Carl

The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.

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


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.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub