A true bourbon is a bourbon with a story worth remembering. It doesn’t have to be a good bourbon, but then a true story doesn’t have to be a good story.

John had just broken up with his girlfriend for the second to last time before she’d left him for good (moved out to Indiana, got married, had a kid…)

I was twenty-two the year I realized I was scared of everything.

The monkey breeder interviews her suitability over the phone.

"...the activity is difficult and risky and can be the source of great dissonance if it reaches the point of cognition."

First a note about what I’m doing here: talking to people who consider themselves non-readers.

Welcome to Camp Bread Loaf. Put your apron on.

A little man in a boat paddles laps around a toilet bowl.

A look back at Hobart of old, a look forward at Hobart anew...

Elizabeth Ellen looks back at Tao Lin's "The Novelist" from Hobart, Aug./Sept. '04.

Matthew Simmons looks back at Amy Minton's "Overhanded" from Hobart, May '07, and also her interviews, and just her awesomeness in general.

Jac Jemc looks back at Spencer Dew's "The Exit Colony" from Hobart October '04.

Jensen Beach looks back at Glen Pourciau's "Belly" from Hobart October '08.

Aaron Burch looks back at two Aaron Gwyn shorts from Hobart, early 2002.

An interview with Ted Sanders, author of No Animals We Could Name.

"She had lost something, but she was not sure what."

"It was terrible the way we were fighting, Janine saying how many other girlfriends of yours are going to call me, pulling out the ashtray and stubbing her Doral cigarette..."

"This was the old days, back when you could go down to Tijuana without a passport."

"We go to the golf course with a case of Busch and two deep-sea fishing rods fitted with steel leaders."

It was the day after Christmas when our parents began to argue and we went down to the basement, to our new Titan 360 Pro ping-pong table, my brother Ari and I. We were unsure about the game

On the last day of her life, my grandmother woke up, went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and looked into the mirror to discover that she was bald. Oh! she said. That's a fright. This

The Baby's signature sportcoat was caught in the cab door again. "Every danged time," he muttered into his coffee. He disliked being seen riding in a cab, certain that others assumed he had a

The afternoon David was fired for stealing company office supplies and reselling them in an office superstore parking lot, the four verificationists took lunch ninety minutes late to see the

We the children were out there in the alley again, digging holes in the asphalt with our shovels, digging holes in the dark and wind and snow, but no matter how hard we dug our sister wasn’t

My father told me tollbooths were drive-thru dentists. The orthodontists were the lanes labeled EXACT CHANGE ONLY. "They change your teeth," he said, "until they're exact."

I cranked down

Chelsea Martin is easily one of the sweetest persons I know, as well as one of the funniest. She’s so quiet and seemingly unassuming, you don’t see it coming. It sneaks up on you,