June 24, 2014 | Fiction
Final Warning
Nora Bonner
Betty crossed her yard and our street and my yard holding a bundle of mail.
June 20, 2014 |
This Moment at the Peticolas Brewing Company...
Geoffrey Geoffrey
This Moment at the Peticolas Brewing Company When Chris and I Thought That Becoming Brewers Was the Only Way to Find Meaning in Our Otherwise Meaningless Lives
It looked like it was
June 19, 2014 | Fiction
Three Stories
Mike Topp
The Light Bulb
Man did not get the idea for the light bulb from those cartoons when someone gets an idea.
Robinson Crusoe
Robinson Crusoe’s last words were not
The Panda Barn
Lyndsey Reese
It’s called The Panda Barn, where you can go and it’ll just be rows and rows of beds
Brian Allen Carr Interview
Sean Kilpatrick
Sean Kilpatrick: If you and I could be said to exist outside ye old literary camps, and I think our flags remain hygienic because I don’t leave the house and you’re too good at what you do, also
This Is What That Means
Maggie Donohue
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
3 Fictions
Erica Stern
The Day Shirley Temple Died
I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe
Merry Christmas, Cheryl Ann
Nathan Elias
The next three and a half or four minutes will be used to draw conclusions on the relevance and authenticity of Christmas based on self reflexivity by using photographs of Cheryl Ann during the days leading up to Christmas.
Palo Alto
Sean Kilpatrick
You know shit’s over when they flunk a nihilist out of the suckass pedagogy for bringing too much optimism.
Jason Ockert Interview
Patrick Siebel
Following his debut collection, Rabbit Punches (Low Fidelity Press, 2006), Neighbors of Nothing (Dzanc, 2013) marks Jason Ockert’s triumphant return to the press, offering ten distinctly original
The Last Room
Amy Benson
Humans learn occlusion on their way out of infancy—the ability to grasp that the toy still exists when it’s under the blanket...
Blue Ruin
Sean Kilpatrick
inhabited a square-foot ghetto in Austin, cute by standards of being raised south of 8 mile, upside Detroit’s unfair putty
Year Twenty Two
Zachary Cosby
I
i dedicate this poem
to the first 15 years
of the twenty first century.
it's name is "citrus".
i call it that
because I can't remember
its real name,
or anything else
Rubber Light
Aviva LeShaw
That was the night Gabby and I drank the bottle of bourbon next to the makolet.
In America, we call them mini-marts, but in Israeli outskirts,
we call them makolets --
until we can’t form the
An Interview with Jenny Offill
Mesha Maren
Jenny Offill is the author of Last Things, and most recently, Dept. of Speculation. In the words of Michael Cunningham, “Jenny Offill’s Dept. of Speculation resembles no book I’ve read before. If
A Beautiful Woman of the World
R. Dale Smith
I sat in my chair and stared at her.
Apprehension & Other Colors, Fit to Size
Sarah Jean Alexander
I have developed the habit
of staring at the hands
of people standing next to me on the train
Baptisms for the Dead
Troy Weaver
We took a bus down to Dallas, TX, probably forty or fifty of us, and spent the night praying for our families in a large hotel room.