May 19, 2016 | Fiction
Three Clocks
Kristen Felicetti
The narrator of Ben Lerner’s 10:04 goes to see The Clock at Lincoln Center in New York. The Clock was at Lincoln Center from July 13, 2012 to August 1, 2012, but in the book’s acknowledgements, Lerner explains that time in the novel does not always correspond to time in the world. This creates a sort of magical New York where Occupy Wall Street, The Clock, and Hurricane Irene can all be happening practically at the same time.
May 19, 2016 | Poetry
I Am in Love with My Therapist
Katie Jean Shinkle
Whose hometown are we in in the dream? :: Do you hold my hand or do you disembowel me? Whose side are you on, anyway? :: My confession on this Sunday morning is: we are all human.
May 18, 2016 | Nonfiction
A Brief Family History
Sarah Kilch Gaffney
His first sensory seizures were like a passing light-headedness.
They stopped my mother’s heart four times.
May 17, 2016 | Interview
Axl Rose and David Foster Wallace Fist Fight in Heaven, a Conversation with Juliet Escoria
Nicholas Rys
I’m pretty sure very few people fantasize about being burned at the stake, but I do think there’s something fantasy-like in a witch burning – putting a ‘dangerous’ woman in a submissive pose, publicly humiliating her, watching her scream and writhe as her clothes and then flesh burn away.
Lazy Wolf: The Series (pt. 7)
Alex Jiang
Hello, I'm the wise giraffe. Tell me how and why you came here.
Your Adventures Change
Chloe Caldwell
I definitely gained traction in my twenty-ninth year. At twenty-nine, my skin cleared up, I sold a book. But the biggest accomplishment for me was that I stopped working retail and made my money solely from writing and teaching writing.
The Rock and the Wave
Kendra Allenby
The rock is slow to change. The wave can be exploded by a breeze.
Brian Alan Ellis Is Not Brian Allen Carr: an Interview
Elizabeth Ellen
You interviewing me for Hobart is pretty much the peak of my hustle. Maybe this is me selling out. Maybe this is growing up.
scenes from the japanese pavilionÂ
Lucy Tiven
another kind of crime scene
walking to the post office with A
The Boxers
Jen Logan Meyer
One time, a pair of blue Tattersalls, two Sigma Chis home from Clemson. Two, again: faded blackwatch shorts and a stretchy lavender thong, smelled like Obsession. Just that one time.
Failure to Ignite; A Body at Rest
Sari Boren
For ten years, General Motors knew about faulty ignition switches in its cars but concealed this information.
They Reminisce Over You
Tyrese Coleman
Corbin was listening to Pete Rock and CL Smooth’s T.R.O.Y. and thinking of Trina McIver when shot inside the bodega on Fourth Street.
Everything is Real. Shit: A Gchat Exchange Between Bryan Hurt & Miles Klee
Bryan Hurt & Miles Klee
I first came to know Miles Klee when I published him in my anthology, Watchlist: 32 Stories by Persons of Interest (a beautiful brand new edition of which is out this May from Catapult with
Three Poems
Philip Schaefer
Let’s go back to the twin indigo suns/ in our eyes. To shooting holes/ through the walls of our skin, one/ metal kiss at a time...
Two Presidents
Kyle Ellingson
In my country, says the bulkier, pastier, frowning president, journalism students are admitted to university according to their eloquence in abbreviating my biography.
Ripped Red Stitches
Dustin M. Hoffman
When I lived in Michigan, I ruined baseball. I recorded every Detroit Tigers game only to fast-forward between pitches, so I could get back to stacks of paper grading, so I could be as productive
Wow and Flutter #3: Ain’t Doing Too B-A-D, Bad
Tyler Koshakow
I wanted this essay to be about love. I wanted it to also be about my grandfather and Arkansas and my copy of Ain’t Doing Too B-A-D, Bad, a live jazz record by The Bobby Bryant Sextet.
Invisalign: A Product Review
Katie M. Flynn
I’m just gonna say it. Invisalign is bullshit.
TOMMY SUAREZ, DEPORTISTA ESTUPIDO
David Solorzano
Midway through the school year one of the kids in one of the other sixth grade classes hung himself, so we couldn’t call the game we played in the mornings ‘suicide’ after that.
Oh, To Be a Center Fielder, a Center Fielder - And Nothing More!
Keith Kopka
Come closer reader, please,
I didn’t mean to insult you.
I’ll let you punch me
right in my asking face.
The Infield Fly Rule
Alan Walowitz
The full moon may strike you
dumb and limp and lost
when bat readies to encounter ball
and you hit it high as the moon--
still the ump declares, You’re out!
before you’ve moved a step from home.
Lineage
Tony Press
I was wearing my home-made Giants uniform, as I did every day that week, laboriously sewed by mom who was not enamored of sewing.
We Are in the Cellar
Katie Armstrong
There’s no TV or radio here, so it’s only later we hear that our guys lost big
at home on Blake Street