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Liveblog 2 photo
May 7, 2020 | Nonfiction

Liveblog 2

Megan Boyle

Like if I were at this apartment in 2009 I’d be talking to some guy with scraggly teeth and pockmarked skin and a hoodie but he’d also be like, unconventionally handsome, but you could tell the last time he talked to his mom he said some fucked up shit and probably beat up his siblings growing up, and I’d be thinking ‘this seems like…my only option…’ 

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine photo
May 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Prompting Myself: A Taste of My Own Medicine

Chloe Caldwell

People I Don’t _______ to anymore. This is a prompt inspired by Chelsea Hodson’s essay, People I Don’t Talk To Anymore.

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now? photo
May 4, 2020 | Nonfiction

How Many Hours Are There in a Day Now?

Chelsea Martin

Being sleep deprived while in quarantine is like living in this dream I had a few days ago where I died but didn’t lose consciousness and for the rest of the dream I floated over a muddy creek with no ability to interact with the world in any way.

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First NIN: The Downward Spiral

Greg Oldfield

I remember the next morning, puking, shaking violently, asking for God’s mercy. There was too much light coming through the blinds. I was a living, breathing version of “Hurt.” 

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine photo
May 2, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Nine Inch Nails, Pretty Hate Machine

Scott Daughtridge DeMer

I didn’t have headphones for my CD player, so when my parents were home I kept the volume low. At night when they went to bed I played it at a barely audible level and hugged the machine against my ear.

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself photo
May 1, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Idea of a Thing is Not the Thing Itself

Jared Povanda

This boy wants a cat for the idea of a cat. Real responsibility chokes him. This boy wants to embody the writer—navy sweater, gold chinos, salmon boat shoes, honey hair tousled, thick brown glasses,

Ritual photo
April 25, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Ritual

Emily Costa

This is our second time playing but he’s still constantly clarifying, correcting. The game, this one or the real one, has strict rules. You can’t fuck it up. You need to understand every instruction, every play, need to speak the language, know the abbreviations.

My First (and Last) Great Curve photo
April 18, 2020 | My First..., BASEBALL

My First (and Last) Great Curve

Samuel Ashworth

When I was nine my grandfather taped every episode of Ken Burns’s Baseball and mailed me the VHS tapes from Kansas City. I’d sit there in the basement where the TV was, pressing the Tracking button on

Brushback photo
April 16, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Brushback

Christa Champion

Usually when my parents went off to lead one of these weekend retreats, they’d leave all four of us kids to stay at the same place, usually with another retreat family, sometimes even people we already knew.

Jubilation photo
April 14, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Jubilation

A. Smith

At the end of the 90s, the MLB’s closest analogue was the WWF.

Walk-Off photo
April 13, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Walk-Off

A. J. Bermudez

The helmet is slightly too big, and the interior foam padding is the texture of damp dough, thanks to Paula’s fat, sweaty head.

T206 photo
April 11, 2020 | My First..., BASEBALL

T206

T.J. Larkey

At first I thought he meant food, but he never asked what I wanted.

On the Purity of Baseball photo
April 7, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

On the Purity of Baseball

J. A. Bernstein

This will not work.

The Boys in Summer photo
April 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Boys in Summer

Kent Jacobson

“How ‘bout it, Ronnie. Throw something Butch can hit. Try over the plate for once.”

My First Lucky Shirt photo
April 4, 2020 | My First..., BASEBALL

My First Lucky Shirt

Sandra Marchetti

I’ve been going to ballgames since I was a young kid, and when I was a tween I discovered this old t-shirt of my dad’s.

Bette Davis Eyes: A Brief History photo
March 30, 2020 | Adventures in Eyeballs

Bette Davis Eyes: A Brief History

Joshua James Amberson

(There they are, stealing the show from the rest of the body: Bette Davis's eyes, wide in perpetual surprise, in shock, full of righteous indignation. Narrowing, muscles tensing, then relaxing,

My First CD: Weezer's Blue Album photo
March 28, 2020 | My First...

My First CD: Weezer's Blue Album

D.T. Robbins

Parker is the coolest kid in fourth grade. Everyone thinks so. If Parker says something is cool, it’s cool. Period. I don’t know any better, yet. Parker says this band that sings a song about Buddy Holly is cool. I ask around but none of the other fourth graders know what I’m talking about.

A Bigger Splash photo
March 27, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Bigger Splash

Jordan Floyd

I could have no path, no idea of what I should be or how I should live. I could skate through neighborhoods, where I wouldn’t find a Mormon church or anyone who knew I had strayed from the path I was raised to follow

Family Fun Center photo
March 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

Family Fun Center

M.M. Carrigan

Plastic and puke co-exist. Children frolic in the belly, the guts and intestines, the ballpit.

Hangover Texas photo
March 24, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hangover Texas

Mike Nagel

The source was unreliable. It's possible that I was the source.

My First Sexy Halloween photo
March 21, 2020 | My First...

My First Sexy Halloween

Lindsey Wente

I walked through the senior hallway, heart beating fast. The boys’ stares burned into my skin as they whispered things to each other.

A Slim Sexuality photo
March 20, 2020 | Nonfiction

A Slim Sexuality

Chelsey Clammer

In my head, dating women was a body competition.

After the Heat photo
March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

After the Heat

Paige Towers

Because let’s face it, boiled tea does not meet my privileged standards for heat. 

Eulogy photo
March 19, 2020 | Nonfiction

Eulogy

Kari Treese

My mother tells me how my father died. I’d learned only a week before that he had gangrene in his toes because of a sore he’d let fester.

Tymbal photo
March 18, 2020 | Nonfiction

Tymbal

Colleen Mayo

I remember being young and small and barefoot on the concrete floor: look closely and see how the cicada shells vibrate as the Texas Hill Country winds sift in.

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Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.