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Soy La Teacher photo
October 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

Soy La Teacher

Myriam Gurba

SOMETIMES WHITE PEOPLE THINK THAT YELLING FACILITATES LANGUAGE ACQUISITION.

Apologies photo
October 3, 2019 | Nonfiction

Apologies

Courtney Cook

Dear              ,
I’m sorry that on your birthday you lost all your money gambling while I made $250.

500 Words on Immortality  photo
September 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

500 Words on Immortality 

Dimitry Saïd Chamy

Only 498 words remain. So, let's turn to death.

The Contest  photo
September 27, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Contest 

Margaret Sherwin

From the time I was seven until I started taking Seroquel, an anti-psychotic, I had this unending feeling of doom.  ‘My go to’, be that of death.

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon photo
September 25, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Night I Could Have Met the Real Matt Damon

Sarah Broussard Weaver

Our waitress bustles around smiling a strangely huge smile for this boring work night. My boyfriend Nick and I don’t follow football and weren’t invited to any parties, and since most Texans are either holding or attending parties the place is pretty deserted. After the waitress brings our waters she follows her normal script and asks if we want to try a signature TGI Fridays drink, but her eyes keep dancing to the bar behind us.

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System photo
September 21, 2019 | My First...

My First Game Console: Nintendo Entertainment System

David Armand

My wife and kids and I are driving around in New Orleans, not too far from where I spent the first years of my life and then the occasional week during the summer when I stayed with my grandmother

The Red Table photo
September 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Red Table

Kelly Hevel

I felt as cold and empty as that body lying in that casket lined with fabric smooth and silky white, so different from what usually cradled my grandma’s skin, those soft, oft-washed dresses always topped with a floral apron.

Coming Home photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Coming Home

Suvi Mahonen

05:05 am. My eyes open. A faint pearly blade of light squeezing past the blind. The distant metallic scrape of a moving tram.   

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding photo
September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

i fuck who i want with a mutual understanding

nooks krannie

i’ve never attended a wedding and i wasn’t going to start now. my muscles were aching and my jaw was carrying a million bees, terrorizing the sides of my ears and throat. 

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer photo
September 14, 2019 | My First...

My First Car: A Melted Ford Explorer

Cordelia Wilks

By the time the keys were in my eager teenaged hand, this car had been through some shit. Even ignoring the holes burned into the driver’s-side door, the missing half of the left side mirror, and the warped, discolored metal down the rest of the vehicle, the car was 13 years old already, and it looked it.

Layover photo
September 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Layover

Paige Thomas

There is snow that falls like a snake. It comes from the sky hissing and finds a bush to hide beneath. The leaves on the branches of the River Birch are alive, again, vibrating. They are brown and

Trendsetter  photo
September 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

Trendsetter 

Ryan Matthews

“Well, just be careful you don’t get caught with your pants down at the wrong kinda toilet.”

Egg Face photo
September 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Egg Face

Hea-Ream Lee

Sometimes I want to take the industrial strength green Korean loofah, my sandpapery mitten, and just scrub at my face until huge chunks of flesh tear away and roll into brown fleshy noodles and fall to the floor. Afterwards, I won’t be bloody and flayed, all raw nerve endings and hamburger meat, I’ll be smooth as a peeled egg, soft and firm and pliant to the touch.

 

The Pastor and Marguerite photo
September 6, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

The Pastor and Marguerite photo
September 6, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

The Pastor and Marguerite

Melissa Mesku

My heart is open. I can feel it. It’s never open. This can’t be a coincidence. This—

Magic Booth photo
September 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Magic Booth

Chris J. Bahnsen

My father’s disjointed rage has shocked him—I’ve seen that look before. He no longer draws from his beer even as Dad tilts his own way up.

(re)liability photo
September 4, 2019 | Nonfiction

(re)liability

Clayre Benzadón

Cars fly by, the collective braking tantrum screech, the only speech the boy knows well enough. 

No One Has Ever Been Raptured photo
September 3, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

No One Has Ever Been Raptured

Jo Barchi

Her head is hung in anguish. She has opened the window. She is telling Satan to leave our house. She is upset with us.

Nearing 40 photo
September 2, 2019 | Nonfiction

Nearing 40

Peter Witte

I am no longer youthful, but not quite middle aged either. Traces of a younger me are present, though fading.

HOW TO FINALLY LEAVE YOUR ABUSER: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL  EDITION photo
August 30, 2019 | Nonfiction

HOW TO FINALLY LEAVE YOUR ABUSER: THE PSYCHOLOGICAL  EDITION

Marisa Crane

 

Warning: CHOKING HAZARD—Not suitable for anyone who has trouble swallowing knives.

 

Objective: Be the first player to gather all the red flags into a pile & set that motherfucker on

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family photo
August 28, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family

Mike Nagel

I wanted them to think that I'd developed some sort of heat resistant super power. "This?" I said. "This is nothing," even as sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes. 

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family photo
August 28, 2019 | Youth Group Essays, Nonfiction

Safe and Fun for the Whole Family

Mike Nagel

I wanted them to think that I'd developed some sort of heat resistant super power. "This?" I said. "This is nothing," even as sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes. 

Sometimes He Calms the Storm photo
August 26, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Sometimes He Calms the Storm

Jessica Forcier

I had no brothers or sisters, so I received a single white envelope. I took my time opening it. I watched as those around me opened theirs. One of my friends started crying. Breathing deeply, I read mine.

Uncommon Prayer photo
August 16, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Uncommon Prayer

Julia Dixon Evans

He was super into God. He was super into church. And he was super into me

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus photo
August 8, 2019 | Youth Group Essays

Intercourse is a Longer Word Than Jesus

Paul Crenshaw

This was the summer after seventh grade, and all my thoughts were sinful, according to the church. The year before I had confessed all my crimes and a man in hip waders held me under water until all the evil in me had fled the power of Christ’s approach, but now, in the early stages of my adolescence, I was obsessed with the opposite sex.

 

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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) 

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"Her Lesser Work is far and away my favorite of your books, and 'G.O.A.T' in particular is a blast of brilliance."

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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.