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Kulshi Bekhir photo
June 1, 2020 | Fiction

Kulshi Bekhir

Kent Kosack

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning to the man in the seat beside me. Though he didn’t appear to speak English, he intuited my rejection. Loneliness, like love, is an international language.

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art" photo
May 29, 2020 | Fiction

Today on Dagobah, Ep. 5: "Art"

Josh Sippie

The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.

Moon Wishes photo
May 28, 2020 | Fiction

Moon Wishes

Flo Au

In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.

Nudes Story photo
May 27, 2020 | Fiction

Nudes Story

Sean Thor Conroe

He couldn’t yet do the thing he’d learned to, of establishing some authority by playfully, sweetly infantilizing her. By appealing to the equalizing, mutual infantilization of early love baby talk.

Final Exam photo
May 26, 2020 | Fiction

Final Exam

Amy Braziller

NO BOOKS, NOTES, OR ELECTRONIC DEVICES ALLOWED.

The Town Dump photo
May 25, 2020 | Fiction

The Town Dump

Sam Price

I was at a party, one of those parties where everyone is drinking heavily, like they are trying to accomplish something. Me, I was trying to calm my nerves. I don’t know what anyone else’s end goal

Friday Night photo
May 21, 2020 | Fiction

Friday Night

Cheryl Pappas

She took off her heavy fake fur coat and placed it on my new white Ikea chair in the corner.

Phil and Apolline photo
May 20, 2020 | Fiction

Phil and Apolline

Michael Place

What does it mean to believe?

Distant Barking Dogs photo
May 18, 2020 | Fiction

Distant Barking Dogs

Joshua Bohnsack

The first dog barks. Second dog. First dog. Third dog joins in. Then a fourth. Then a cacophony and I lose track of the dogs barking in a distance, down the quiet street where my father and I have nothing left to say to one another. 

Getaway photo
May 13, 2020 | Fiction

Getaway

Jeffrey S. Chapman

When my wife drives off without me, my first thought is that she must have made a mistake.

Daniel Tiger is a Goodfella photo
May 11, 2020 | Fiction

Daniel Tiger is a Goodfella

Bryan Harvey

All the tigers met at a restaurant. In the wild, they would have hunted in isolation, but territories had gotten smaller and old cats had to learn new tricks.

Satanism photo
May 8, 2020 | Fiction

Satanism

Elle Nash

I think about cataloguing all the days I feel like dying. But then I think Ivan would find the death catalog. Ivan would use it against me.

Infinite Predator photo
May 7, 2020 | Fiction

Infinite Predator

Blake Butler

Of course there’s little difference between now and any other time, in relation to the unforeseeable aspects of tragedy taking place; it is just as likely that some improbable event occurs here in the restaurant as any other place, including the drive home, during which all it would take is a flick of the wrist from any of the countless passing strangers to change your lives.

Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown photo
May 6, 2020 | Fiction

Dump and Bake Kentucky Hot Brown

Brian Allen Carr

I have seen charlatans and I have seen television ministers, and  I was beginning to get that vibe.

Beach House photo
May 5, 2020 | Fiction

Beach House

Mary Miller

“But you named him Davey and my name is David. You might change it up next time.”

“I know your name,” she said.

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL photo
May 4, 2020 | Fiction

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL

Garielle Lutz

He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.

The Car Tag Kids photo
May 1, 2020 | Fiction

The Car Tag Kids

Jennifer Todhunter

After every funeral, we play car tag. Lift keys from our front hallways, still dressed in black skirts and skinny ties, pair into the driver and passenger seats of our parent's cars, some of us

Rapp’s Field photo
April 30, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Rapp’s Field

Ed Ruzicka

We played in our cousin’s backyard. It was always pitcher’s hand out, right field out. If you did dish it right over the barbed wire into burdock, Queen Anne's lace, thistle, milkweed, you had to

Invisible Men photo
April 27, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Invisible Men

Thomas Reed Willemain

Three boys took their positions on the makeshift field. The flagstone wall edging the upper lawn was the outfield fence. One foul line was the street, the other the edge of the woods. Joey pitched.

They Call It Relief Pitching photo
April 24, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

They Call It Relief Pitching

Ben Cosman

They sent me out here to get the final two outs of the eighth inning, to be the set-up man for The Closer, to set up his rightful dominion The Save, but now instead of setting up The Save I am going to blow The Save before The Closer even gets his shot at The Save.

My Brother’s Catcher photo
April 23, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

My Brother’s Catcher

Scott Ray

As the blows against each other’s ribs and the glancing strikes on their now helmetless heads escalated, I moved to get out of the dugout and pull them apart, but their father, Coach Christen, blocked the exit with a Louisville Slugger

New Student Worker at the Library photo
April 22, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

New Student Worker at the Library

Benjamin Niespodziany

He visited the library later that night still in his baseball gear, his eye black dancing with tears.  I'm sorry, I said, but three strikes is three strikes. His batting glove let me know he understood.

1988 photo
April 20, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

1988

Kimberly Bliss

The east side of Buffalo’s shuttered windshield wiper plants wilted in rust, and hardscrabble butch lesbians screamed towards first base under a surprisingly sunny day.  It’s supposed to be a softball

The Steadying Hand photo
April 8, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Steadying Hand

Holly M. Wendt

The catcher will rest a hand—bare or double-weighted in leather—on the hunch of your shoulder. 

Cleaning House photo
March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

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