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June 17, 2013 | Fiction

Junkyard Fortunes

Phillippe Diederich

Pingo went first. He always did. The rest of us stood at the top of the slope over the place where the sewer pipes from town spilled into the narrow creek that  disappeared into a deep ravine west

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June 14, 2013 | Interview

An Interview with Bryan Furuness

Jensen Beach


Bryan Furuness is a writer whose presence has long loomed large here at Hobart. He’s published work in the journal and on the website. We’re big admirers of his writing, so when we saw that his

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June 13, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Carrie Murphy

All the money is wet & gummy / underneath the brightest pink trees. / They fade to breast cancer color when it rains.

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June 12, 2013 | Fiction

May Two People Breathe in a Real Room

Kari Larsen

On her bike in the rain, Sally could not shake the bus. The double-decker advanced no more confidently than Sally. She stopped to clear her bangs that conducted a stream down her open mouth.