You’re in a car tunneling in the wake of its own headlights. Last you remember, you were in a bar, in Oxford, Mississippi, and you had walked there. As you come to, you realize the car is full, and
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
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
All the money is wet & gummy / underneath the brightest pink trees. / They fade to breast cancer color when it rains.
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.
In an interview with Luna Park in 2009, I was quoted as saying this:
I really do believe in the whole write-what-you-know thing. One time I wrote a story from the point of view of an old sick
Lou Reed was at our party last night. I think. Couldn’t ID him clearly—with the dark, smoke, and all that constant shifting. Whoever he was, he had a knack for sinking into sofas and corners where
The Phillies recently came to Phoenix, the closest pro baseball city to me, for a four-game set on Mother’s Day weekend. I don’t have much in the way of obligations on that particular holiday, for
Things they never tell you when your husband leaves the planet:
It’ll happen faster in real-life than it does on TV. 10, 9, 8… A flash of orange and a shimmer of exhaust, and the shuttle is
In 2010, we published Adam Novy's The Avian Gospels as two volumes, kind of Old and New Testament style. Having sold out of the two-volume edition, the book is now newly available, now been
In 2010, we published Adam Novy's The Avian Gospels as two volumes, kind of Old and New Testament style. Having sold out of the two-volume edition, the book is now newly available, now been
In 2010, we published Adam Novy's The Avian Gospels as two volumes, kind of Old and New Testament style. Having sold out of the two-volume edition, the book is now newly available, now been
Some thoughts on the plot of the newest Bond movie, Skyfall.
Here is one photo for each story in my story collection, Happy Rock. It is available now.
All the stories in Happy Rock are set in Upper Michigan. Most in the towns of Gladstone or
Dee had pregnant friends back home. She had missed their weddings and now she would miss the births of their children. She felt left out but it comforted her a small amount to think that there were
In 2010, we published Adam Novy's The Avian Gospels as two volumes, kind of Old and New Testament style. Having sold out of the two-volume edition, the book is now newly available, now been
on page 97, between sections that detail time Paul and Erin spend in Ohio with “Calvin” and “Maggie” (Jordan Castro and Mallory Whitten), I wrote: Manson Family, in large black letters.
Jerry’s Daddy, looking half dead, sat in the kitchen smoking a Camel and sketching comic faces on a napkin with a stubby pencil. There was quite an odor about him, mostly of sour, poorly washed
When we arrived at our new place on Plankton, the first thing I noticed was all the cages in the neighbor’s yard. Rows and rows of wooden crates, stacked on end, lined their yard, the wire netting
FLYING SAUCER ATTACK: “Beach Red Lullaby” (b/w “Second Hour,” 7. single, Planet, 1995)
Driving westbound on the Massachusetts Turnpike’s thirty-mile Berkshire run between Exits 3 and 2,
Greg had always suspected that had Hitler managed to get into art school, he would have become the Thomas Kinkade of his time. Did it follow then that had Thomas Kinkade not found commercial
“They paved paradise / and put up a parking lot / which was a public
necessity / that boosted the economy / of the city and surrounding towns.”
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Fact: Jim Bogios used to
to the right of my heart a button °
if you see the button press deeply into me
I am shining brilliantly on my way down the stairs
in 1984 I thought everything existed as light
in
