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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"
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
Flo Au
In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.
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.
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
Cheryl Pappas
She took off her heavy fake fur coat and placed it on my new white Ikea chair in the corner.
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.
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.
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
Brian Allen Carr
I have seen charlatans and I have seen television ministers, and I was beginning to get that vibe.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
The Steadying Hand
Holly M. Wendt
The catcher will rest a hand—bare or double-weighted in leather—on the hunch of your shoulder.
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Elizabeth Ellen
"If Elizabeth Ellen exists, I would tell her it was like she channeled the anthemic scorn of Alanis Morrisette’s “You Outta Know” through Anais Nin, in her own inimitable way. And if Elizabeth Ellen doesn’t exist, at least she can invent herself.
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Legs Get Led Astray
Chloe Caldwell
“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”
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