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Words End Here photo
July 1, 2008 | Fiction

Words End Here

Blaze Dzikowski

"I don't really know how to put it across," said the private detective.

Birds of spring flew across the bright sky behind the window of a dark office. The 50-years old woman sat down and looked

I Speak Spanish From the Tops of Pyramids photo
July 1, 2008 | Fiction

I Speak Spanish From the Tops of Pyramids

Chris Bowen

Miguel speaks Spanish and I speak Spanish and Miguel has no idea I do. He lays block while I bring block and still he has no idea. Calling me a perro. He laughs and jokes with the other migrant

Psychology, Cooking, Chemistry photo
June 1, 2008 | Fiction

Psychology, Cooking, Chemistry

C.A. Conrad

ADLERIAN THEORY

A little girl in a red princess-style coat with a checkered lining, aged three. She's on tiptoe on the back seat of the Chevy, a red and white finned '57. That's what I remember

What Things Are Made OF photo
June 1, 2008 | Fiction

What Things Are Made OF

Kelly Spitzer

Here is the house. Its siding contains asbestos. Its paint contains lead. This is what we were told every time we got caught sneaking out the window in the middle of the night. As if disease and

To Save the Dying photo
June 1, 2008 | Fiction

To Save the Dying

Jason Jordan

"Sometimes things aren't supposed to change," Billy would say, lying in bed while rubbing my back, when we got to talking about the town, about how unfortunate it all was, how opportunity had gone

Overnight photo
June 1, 2008 | Fiction

Overnight

Paul Silverman

We were just out of Williams driving to Flagstaff in the dead of winter in the dead of night when one of us, the driver, shouted the rest of us awake and said he just saw one honker of an elk in

The Old In and Out Odyssey photo
May 1, 2008 | Fiction

The Old In and Out Odyssey

Frayn Masters

There was no place to get it on.


There are bulky strange men in the kitchen, they are laying new black and white tile. It is daylight out, so that limits the possibilities. The proximity of

Slaves photo
May 1, 2008 | Fiction

Slaves

Bonnie ZoBell

The unruly ferns creeping over the porch of the grand old house in Selma, Alabama, didn't fool Allie. Nor the lacy vines hugging the walls and roof. Old money. Unlike the transience of bungalow

House of Words photo
May 1, 2008 | Fiction

House of Words

Scott Tomford

The Living Room

 

This is where we watch TV, where we entertain guests and let them add to the walls. You can see some of the words from the last dinner party on the ceiling if you look

My Son Thinks He's French photo
May 1, 2008 | Fiction

My Son Thinks He's French

Patrick Wensink

My son thinks he's French.

His accent was cute at first, but it's starting to get on my nerves. If he asks for another glass of Beaujolais I'm gonna go to jail for child abuse.

Yesterday, I

I'd Do It Again, Too photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

I'd Do It Again, Too

Grant Stoye

Cory glares at me across the room. His left eye is swollen and purple. If you look closely you can see his veins throb as they pump blood to his stupid, beedy-eyed, cat's asshole of a face.

His

Not Just Another Day at the Ballpark photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Not Just Another Day at the Ballpark

Jim Ruland

If the game of baseball is a narrative in numbers, try this one on for size: on Saturday March 30, 2008, 115,300 people showed up at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum for an exhibition game between the

The Dark One photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Dark One

Daniel McArdle

I Telltale
My dad still has the lanky, deceptively thin frame typical of most pitchers, with long, gibbon-like arms – he is 6'2' but wears 37' shirt sleeves, giving him the reach of a man four

The Tools of Ignorance photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Tools of Ignorance

Nick Mainieri

I've seen em all.

The pretty boys with all the talent and not an ounce of sack.

The Latinos so flashy they trick you into thinking they're good.

The fake hustlers who got everybody

Flies photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Flies

Roy Kesey

A friend once told me a story about a kid he'd known who played right field and caught flies. Not fly balls – this kid hated Little League, hated his father for making him play, was afraid of the

I've Got Dreams to Remember photo
April 1, 2008 | BASEBALL, Fiction

I've Got Dreams to Remember

Andrew Bomback

To the editor: 

I enjoyed your baseball preview issue but wholeheartedly disagree with your predictions for the National League East. If you look at the schedules for both the Mets and the

Of Modern Bags photo
March 1, 2008 | Fiction

Of Modern Bags

Dave Prescott

I had worked in a bottle factory, a bottle-top factory, a paper factory, a nut factory, a bolt factory, a clock factory, a wall factory, a door factory, a window factory, a whisky factory, a wheel

At the Zoo photo
March 1, 2008 | Fiction

At the Zoo

Dan Pinkerton

Tom had been promising for some time to take Stevie to the zoo, and today was the day. He paid their admission and the two entered the zoo grounds, passing the gift shop, built to resemble an

Lopped Off photo
March 1, 2008 | Fiction

Lopped Off

Robert Repino

I wanna have cool recurring dreams, ones that'll make me sound smart when I describe them to people. Right now, I only have the same dreams everyone else has -- you know, where your teeth fall out,

Diagnosis photo
March 1, 2008 | Fiction

Diagnosis

Mary Miller

Her heart swells like someone turned a faucet on. It is enormous. A fast-moving cloud of blackbirds dissipates into the trees. Or are they bats. They're at the zoo. It is the same as the bowling

Yesterday photo
February 1, 2008 | Fiction

Yesterday

Nick Ripatrazone

7:13 

Tate found a sawbuck turtle near the metal shed. He called inside for me. I sat at the kitchen table, a napkin spread across my lap, ketchup from the bacon and egg sandwich swabbed along

Happy Hour photo
February 1, 2008 | Fiction

Happy Hour

Len Joy

After work on Fridays we'd usually go over to The Holly on 27th for a beer.

One night I'm working late so I don't get there till seven. Quigley is sitting at the bar in his usual place. I take

Daddy photo
February 1, 2008 | Fiction

Daddy

Michael Hemmingson

His name is David and he's in the hospital with a lot of things stuck in his arms, nodes pasted to his chest, tubes going into his nostrils and mouth. He has been staring at the TV for

Roy G. Biv photo
February 1, 2008 | Fiction

Roy G. Biv

Jared Ward

I'm a big fan of blue. The dark, deep blues. Like that James Taylor song, deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Green's nice, too, but I prefer blue.

Don't know if I could call it my

Ninth Grade photo
January 1, 2008 | Fiction

Ninth Grade

John Michael Cummings

Up to our lunch room table came the newest, biggest loser in the ninth grade -- Intercom! We called him Intercom because he wore a big bolt-like hearing aid that, protruding from his ear, made him

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.

HARDCORE

Mik Grantham

 

"Mik Grantham is a real killer. One of my favorite artists working today. HARDCORE is not hard to read"

 - Bud Smith, author of Teenager (Vintage)