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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.

Aristocrats photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Aristocrats

Rebecca Leece

I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the door! The radiators are hissing out champagne. Everyone is

A Wild Pack of Family Dogs photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

A Wild Pack of Family Dogs

Amity R. Bitzel

It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week “wake up wake up we’re going to be late for church” and this is a joke,

Guinea Pig photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Guinea Pig

Julie Brown

I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that swim around and the sweat that slips out. I like to watch

At the Benjamin Franklin photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

At the Benjamin Franklin

Gene Kwak

People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always together, Katie Jean and I, because she has her mouth wired shut and I’m

Magnolia's Tattoo photo
October 1, 2011 | Fiction

Magnolia's Tattoo

Kitty Liang

The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses sticking out. It did not make me feel violated, the way I wanted and

After Earthquakes photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

After Earthquakes

Ramon Isao

 

At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.

“I signed up for a thing online,” he tells me. “You put your name into this big database, along with a bunch

What Daddy & For The Bears photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

What Daddy & For The Bears

Megan Martin

 

What Daddy

Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also it has caused many pleasurable detriments to my existence. I have run out of

The Cage Beneath The Stairs photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Cage Beneath The Stairs

Robert Hinderliter

 

[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It includes all posts made from April 25 — May 6, 2011. —Robert]

 

April 25,

Excerpt From The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Volume 1 photo
September 1, 2011 | Fiction

Excerpt From The Big Book of Forgotten Lunatics, Volume 1

Kevin Wilson

 

The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)


My hands, nets. My arms, windmills. My heart, a diamond.
-Moses Cage, 1989

Cage spent three seasons as a backup left

My True Companion photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

My True Companion

Donna D. Vitucci

All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy Cantrell had pitched her. You didn't grow up without running through a few

Water People photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

Water People

Casey Hannan

I can be naked and drunk on the sailboat and only the cat will ever know. She's under a deck chair, pressing her eyes like everything is so bright.

"To the future that slays us," I say, "so

The Door photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Door

Nick Scorza

Her husband allows her all things but one — she cannot open the door in the tower.

He is a private man — coyly old fashioned.  His face is ageless and strong, his smile is more habit than joy. 

Slips photo
August 1, 2011 | Fiction

Slips

Justyn Harkin

 

 

The Plumber Who Found Treasure photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

The Plumber Who Found Treasure

Dustin M. Hoffman

The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet squished miserably along the rows of dark Tudors built on spec. His pockets were

Little Girls by the Side of the Pool photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Little Girls by the Side of the Pool

Lincoln Michel

“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”

“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”

“She screamed. She screamed like a little piglet right until she hit the water.”

“My

We Have to Go Back photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

We Have to Go Back

xTx

I miss Lost. I want to go on Lost with you. Let’s be on Lost together. Let’s get on a plane that says: DESTINATION - CRASH. Let’s be a part of the brand new cast. I want to be a main character

Midair photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Midair

Glen Pourciau

How do you see yourself? the questioner at the other end of the table asks. Stumped, earlier questions more specific, handle on the context, now an expanse stretches out inside me, glance at the

Jacob photo
July 1, 2011 | Fiction

Jacob

JA Tyler

It is raining and Jacob is a boy.

Jacob is a boy and once climbed a tree and once fell from a tree and once, when he was up in a tree and not falling from a tree, he pretended to have a gun in

Anne Murphy Garrity photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Anne Murphy Garrity

Anne Murphy Garrity

 

 

Fermin Gave Me Food photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Fermin Gave Me Food

C.A. Harrison

 

He was putting potatoes into my hands.

“What else you need. Salt?”

He stepped over a stack of plates. I moved around them.

“Here. This is good. You cook with this. No?”

The

Therapy photo
June 6, 2011 | Fiction

Therapy

Lizzy Acker

Courtney Love’s mom lived in house three blocks away from mine when I was growing up. She was a therapist for married people and children of divorce, things like that.  Her husband (not Courtney

Nocturnia photo
June 5, 2011 | Fiction

Nocturnia

Chris Narozny

I.

A minimally invasive vaporization of the prostate, she says. Performed with high-energy light beams. Precise, she says. We're talking about the difference between a baseball and a

Two Stories photo
June 5, 2011 | Fiction

Two Stories

Jason Joyce

Flight Patterns

The night the ghosts got in we went out the third floor window.
I heard boot steps on the stairs and 
we were gone.
Out past paint flecked white wicker into the forest, 
we’d

Poetry and Songs for My Voice Cartographer photo
May 1, 2011 | Fiction

Poetry and Songs for My Voice Cartographer

Ledia Xhoga

The men I meet always want someone I’m not. Naturally, I think the one I’m meeting tonight will be different. I’ve never seen him before; we’ve only talked over the phone. He runs a voice mapping

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

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.

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