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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.” 

Listen photo
March 27, 2020 | Fiction

Listen

Katherine Sinback

Listen to your mother.

She of the red lipstick, the garish slash of mouth that looks like you finger-painted her to life when you were four and allowed make a mess. Her helmet of curls, tiny frozen

Last Thing photo
March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

Flesh of My Flesh photo
March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

Shorthand photo
March 20, 2020 | Fiction

Shorthand

Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

A Girl Cawed photo
March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

Death Packet photo
March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

The Anniversary photo
March 16, 2020 | Fiction

The Anniversary

Harris Lahti

Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot photo
March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near

Bad Construction photo
March 11, 2020 | Fiction

Bad Construction

Heather De Bel

There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.

Seven Synchronized Scenes photo
March 9, 2020 | Fiction

Seven Synchronized Scenes

Laurel Shimasaki

A city wide boil advisory is still out. Brain eating amoebas were detected in the tap.

Getting Clean photo
March 6, 2020 | Fiction

Getting Clean

Elizabeth Droppers

Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch. Even when there wasn’t a swish of water lodged within, she loved

From Once Nice People photo
March 4, 2020 | Fiction

From Once Nice People

Thea Zimmer

We heard something Anglo, unhinged, too human. We’d been hoping for Shrimp killing Cow or Cow killing Shrimp, but it was you, Bitcha, flailing and teetering about in the night sky.

The Seminar photo
March 2, 2020 | Fiction

The Seminar

Jacob Guajardo

She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy. 

Baby photo
March 2, 2020 | Fiction

Baby

Bruce McAllister

Toward the end, when heart disease had already taken my father, and my mother was alone—which she found intolerable—her doctors felt she had dementia. But I knew that was not the case. She had always

How to Get Crushed photo
February 27, 2020 | Fiction

How to Get Crushed

Cara Dempsey

If you get this far, that means that things are all, more or less, going according to plan.

Faye, it’s a Present for Your Birthday by The Fourth Sad Boy photo
February 27, 2020 | Fiction

Faye, it’s a Present for Your Birthday by The Fourth Sad Boy

Andrew Tran

He was in love with his friend Faye, had known her since elementary school.

Baby Man photo
February 26, 2020 | Fiction

Baby Man

Linda Woolford

I was only doing what she asked:  Not listening. 

Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre photo
February 25, 2020 | Fiction

Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre

Jack Vening

The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.

One Of Those Boys photo
February 24, 2020 | Fiction

One Of Those Boys

Heather Domenicis

Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.

Anxiety Attack photo
February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Anxiety Attack

Harrison Kim

I count the number of murderers in the class.

Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage photo
February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage

Ashton Carlile

There was something that she wished to start, and when she started it, she figured, her life would take on new meaning. But in this moment in time, she ate breakfast bars all hours of the day and worried about money.

Recent Books

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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.

—John Biscello, Riot Material

currently ON SALE for $11!

Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”

Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD 

currently ON SALE for $9!

 

Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

“[Elizabeth Ellen] is the female Love Is a Dog from Hell.”

 – Chloe Caldwell, author of Women

currently ON SALE for $8!