FICTION

May 2018

OSCAR MANCINAS | FICTION

2018-06-01T15:48:44+00:00

"I don’t want to go out drinking with anyone. I want to drink, and for everyone to go bother Anna, instead. As the Phoenix desert glides by outside my window, I realize I haven’t seen Hermes or my home state in nearly ten years. His laugh is annoying as hell, but it also reminds me of a past life, I feel weirdly relaxed."

OSCAR MANCINAS | FICTION 2018-06-01T15:48:44+00:00

JOSEPH CACERES | FICTION

2018-06-01T15:13:39+00:00

"All of a sudden I jumped in fright. My five-year-old cousin, Nina, was walking through the hallway like a resurrected corpse—the kind that search for brains in those low-budget movies we weren’t allowed to watch—and she crashed into me as I stood before the doorway of my father’s room."

JOSEPH CACERES | FICTION 2018-06-01T15:13:39+00:00

ELEANOR R.F. JORDAN | FICTION

2018-06-01T15:08:57+00:00

"I could pretend that I’d like to make some sly comment about the tone of her legs or the nervous but somehow sexy pout on her face as she entered my closet-sized office– it seems appropriate somehow– but the truth is I find the idea nauseating. Call me new-fashioned, but I don’t care about your legs– I just want your credits. But I digress."

ELEANOR R.F. JORDAN | FICTION 2018-06-01T15:08:57+00:00

BRITTANY ACKERMAN | FICTION

2018-06-01T15:50:18+00:00

"I was writing a movie script. I was taking calls about plotlines and character development in between shifts at the restaurant and singing hymns at Bible study. I was all in, as they say. I was all caught up, as it were. He wanted me to have a good time. When we walked into the lobby, a girl gave us waters with orange peels."

BRITTANY ACKERMAN | FICTION 2018-06-01T15:50:18+00:00

NOAH WEISZ | FICTION

2018-06-01T15:53:35+00:00

"Grace backed into a corner near the door to keep practicing while the rest of us paired up. Two-person juggling, otherwise known as passing, is one of the things we do best at SOPWETT. Arms up, and down, and: one, two, three, four, pass, two, three, four, pass, two, three, four, pass, two, three, four…" "

NOAH WEISZ | FICTION 2018-06-01T15:53:35+00:00

April 2018

STEPHANIE JIMENEZ | FICTION

2018-04-29T10:39:38+00:00

Ricky brought two forty-ounce beers to the counter. Jonathan was tracing the hair of his chin strap. One day Ricky would grow facial hair like that too. He’d go even further, he’d grow a full beard and twist it into a point. He’d go wherever he liked and no one would dare kick him out.

STEPHANIE JIMENEZ | FICTION 2018-04-29T10:39:38+00:00

PHOEBE GLICK | FICTION

2018-04-30T16:26:37+00:00

I remember when the macro eraser was itself contested for function. That was when the poets were still employed, and they were writing poems about justice. But then poetry was erased, so they started painting about justice.

PHOEBE GLICK | FICTION 2018-04-30T16:26:37+00:00

LEAH JOHNSON | FICTION

2018-04-30T16:24:37+00:00

I wonder if we say we love each each other for ourselves or for the people we’re saying it to. Or if we do it because we know we’re running out of time, like we must share it for fear of never sharing it. Or if it’s just another way to say I see you. Another way to be seen.

LEAH JOHNSON | FICTION 2018-04-30T16:24:37+00:00

COLTER RULAND | FICTION

2018-04-29T01:23:52+00:00

Her name was Florida though she had never been there. Her mother really liked the name, the state too, the oranges and sunrays it conjured. One day you’re gonna visit for me and you’re gonna love it, her mother would say.

COLTER RULAND | FICTION 2018-04-29T01:23:52+00:00

CHRISTINE KANDIC TORRES | FICTION

2018-05-01T11:01:09+00:00

Early in my relationship with Justin, back when we would cut whole days of ninth grade and spend them burrowing into each other underneath bedsheets of whichever friend’s parents weren’t home that day, he’d told me that Hector had taught him how to masturbate in the fifth grade.

CHRISTINE KANDIC TORRES | FICTION 2018-05-01T11:01:09+00:00

March 2018

Ploi Pirapokin | Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

“She’s doing better off without us,” his father said. “It’s this guy right here that has to pick up his shovel and dig for the family.”

Ploi Pirapokin | Fiction 2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Ingrid Jendrzejewski | Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Of all human experiences, loss has the most intense redness. When a hope is expelled from our bodies, grief expands within us: to us observers, everything appears to be the colour of blood.

Ingrid Jendrzejewski | Fiction 2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

H.K. Williams | Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

So banished to your room, curled up against the cold metal headboard you tried re-reading an old Nancy Drew. Instead you stared at the neighbour's dog as she ran up and down the red steps at the back of their house. She was the closest thing you had to a pet.

H.K. Williams | Fiction 2018-04-23T11:15:25+00:00

Jessica Johns | Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:26+00:00

When my sister finds her eulogy, she’s really not impressed. And she should have been quite happy, I think, considering I managed to come up with so many nice things to say about her.

Jessica Johns | Fiction 2018-04-23T11:15:26+00:00

Valorie K. Ruiz | Fiction

2018-04-23T11:15:26+00:00

On his way to Alfie’s, Luisito stopped by the corner mart to pick up some Mickey’s. Forties on a noche like this, where the sol stays slaying skies until 8, there was nothing better.

Valorie K. Ruiz | Fiction 2018-04-23T11:15:26+00:00

February 2018

Rani Neutill | Fiction

2018-02-27T10:43:12+00:00

Sunil gazed at Buku as they lay on a small cot that looked like a hospital gurney. A thick, sturdy mattress held their light weight, resilient and resistant to their shape, never bending to the sentient beings that occupied it.

Rani Neutill | Fiction 2018-02-27T10:43:12+00:00

Gwaze Tafadzwa | Fiction

2018-02-28T17:36:53+00:00

He didn’t take and the lady looked at me like time being of the essence was a foreign concept to me. I was carrying everything I owned, of course time is of the essence. If it’s not for me, it’s not for anyone.

Gwaze Tafadzwa | Fiction 2018-02-28T17:36:53+00:00

Ursula Villarreal-Moura | Fiction

2018-02-28T17:36:15+00:00

He returns every evening at 6 p.m. and asks if she's found a job yet. She has a part-time job, but it isn’t enough. Her husband expects her to work in a respectable office and wear high heels every day. He has a fantasy of them meeting at a pub for happy hour, both of them exhausted and full of work drama. Their twin martinis escape valves, sour tonics. 

Ursula Villarreal-Moura | Fiction 2018-02-28T17:36:15+00:00

Aram Mrjoian | Fiction

2018-02-28T17:35:37+00:00

Our fear, then, was that all the swag came with an expectation of high quality. We couldn’t rely on improvisation forever. So on that fourth day, Sanders cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out to the crowd, “Does anyone have any screenwriting experience?”

Aram Mrjoian | Fiction 2018-02-28T17:35:37+00:00

Chika Onyenezi | Fiction

2018-02-27T01:31:06+00:00

I had seen Arthur around for a while, at this particular station. Whenever I was coming back from work, at night, he stood there, smoking, and whistling through his trimmed moustache.

Chika Onyenezi | Fiction 2018-02-27T01:31:06+00:00

January 2018

Marian Ryan | It Has Been 70 Years…

2018-01-22T12:12:24+00:00

It Has Been 70 Years Since Eva Braun Was Incinerated Along with Her Underwear She takes the U-Bahn across town to visit him where he is cat-sitting for friends. She carries a bag containing [...]

Marian Ryan | It Has Been 70 Years… 2018-01-22T12:12:24+00:00

Tim Raymond | The Leg

2018-01-22T12:11:43+00:00

I used my mom’s pink razor to shave my leg because I was too afraid to use Dad’s black one. I sat in the tub running warm water over my smooth calf. It was beautiful. That night, I rubbed my leg against my sheets until the pleasure of it was overwhelming.

Tim Raymond | The Leg 2018-01-22T12:11:43+00:00

Marianna Nash | Many Oysters

2018-01-22T12:07:56+00:00

We walk past the old tenement where Anya’s great-aunt still lives, claiming the hole she tore in the world. Imagine if we all moved into Columbia Presbyterian! Someone probably has.

Marianna Nash | Many Oysters 2018-01-22T12:07:56+00:00

Maddy Raskulinecz | Big Grins

2018-01-22T12:06:40+00:00

Jacob was trying to be alone with the alligator when his mother called him into the house for dinner. His mother didn’t know a thing about it; she didn’t even know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile.

Maddy Raskulinecz | Big Grins 2018-01-22T12:06:40+00:00

Jessica Berger | Trophy

2018-01-22T12:03:29+00:00

He was my husband, but I called him dog. When he returned from the woods each passing dawn, from wherever it is that wild things go, he would whimper and scratch at the door.

Jessica Berger | Trophy 2018-01-22T12:03:29+00:00

November 2017

Jayinee Basu | Swimming Pool

2017-11-29T22:31:31+00:00

Biriyani jumped off the diving board and broke the surface of the swimming pool in a clean arc. Pale pink fluff rippled over the pool. Her legs kicked a trillion tiny dark blue jewels into the air that melted back into water.

Jayinee Basu | Swimming Pool 2017-11-29T22:31:31+00:00

Ana Crouch Ureña | Double Dare

2017-11-29T22:34:32+00:00

We should have known Eduardo would be the type to tattle. He was a hyperactive, annoying child with a tendency to boss us around, although at 8 he was younger than me by a year and had been held back in school.

Ana Crouch Ureña | Double Dare 2017-11-29T22:34:32+00:00

Brianna Johnson | I Against I

2017-11-29T22:54:55+00:00

Her mom’s idea of good music was Kirk Franklin and Beyoncé. More than once Kenzi found her mother in the living room stumbling along as she tried to “get in formation” or convince Fat Dave to put a ring on it. She even had a shrine to the singer in her bedroom, photos taped along her dresser for “inspiration.”

Brianna Johnson | I Against I 2017-11-29T22:54:55+00:00

October 2017

Jaclyn Grimm | Paris, 1992

2017-10-30T10:50:01+00:00

In July, the spare room on the second floor of their rental fills with flies. They try getting the landlord to do something—anything—about the flies, but they’ve only been in France a month and can’t remember how to say please. They keep the door to the Fly Room shut tight.

Jaclyn Grimm | Paris, 1992 2017-10-30T10:50:01+00:00

Madeline Gobbo | The Admiral

2017-10-29T22:19:55+00:00

The test began. The students worked diligently to fill the bubbles they deemed appropriate. Livia watched one young man methodically draw frowny faces within each bubble and then cover them over with a flurry of graphite.

Madeline Gobbo | The Admiral 2017-10-29T22:19:55+00:00

Chloe N. Clark | Other Names

2017-10-29T22:18:01+00:00

His date had neon pink shellacked fingernails. Lance couldn’t stop staring at them. The glare off them from the overhead lights was almost blinding. It reminded him of headlight beams bouncing off a rain-slicked road.

Chloe N. Clark | Other Names 2017-10-29T22:18:01+00:00

Rachel Gold | Half Things

2017-10-30T16:08:48+00:00

My therapist says to remember that I’m young and only human. My mother in our last phone call said that I’m a narcissist. My father wants the money back from my wedding.

Rachel Gold | Half Things 2017-10-30T16:08:48+00:00

Miriam Alexander-Kumaradoss | Everything is Fine

2017-10-29T22:05:47+00:00

M takes it from him. It sits in her palm, a squat little thing that's very white at the top but bloody at the root. She tries to remember what the different kinds of teeth are and which one this is. Around them, the other kids are screaming and prancing but M and V are still, staring at the tooth.

Miriam Alexander-Kumaradoss | Everything is Fine 2017-10-29T22:05:47+00:00

September 2017

Rebecca Givens Rolland | In the Music Therapy Room

2017-09-18T00:21:09+00:00

Sound exposing floor tiles, drumming to ceiling, embattled floor. Recorded music—Tchaikovsky—wolfs me down. I shut it off and beg myself to play. Baseboards glimmer a fine, clear yellow, hiding internal pipes, charting this dim-lit [...]

Rebecca Givens Rolland | In the Music Therapy Room 2017-09-18T00:21:09+00:00

Melissa Ragsly | An Explanation of the Disaster

2017-09-18T00:18:37+00:00

After the disaster, we were shuttled in busses to the elementary school. We were a soft-footed herd. They turned us towards the entrance, combating the mass distraction of our frozen thoughts. We were demagnetized [...]

Melissa Ragsly | An Explanation of the Disaster 2017-09-18T00:18:37+00:00

Lisa Hanson | A Reward for Whimsy

2017-09-19T21:05:42+00:00

I knew little about Brad when we arranged to meet. Demographics, mostly. He was thirty-seven, an adjunct with abundant graying hair. A childless Libra, he’d never finished his thesis on Jay Gatsby as American [...]

Lisa Hanson | A Reward for Whimsy 2017-09-19T21:05:42+00:00

Jeremiah Moriarty | The Dinner Thing

2017-09-24T19:26:05+00:00

So, they decided to go to the dinner thing. And now Audrey is looking across the table at her husband next to her oldest friend and her oldest friend’s beautiful wife and she thinks that [...]

Jeremiah Moriarty | The Dinner Thing 2017-09-24T19:26:05+00:00

Isabella Martin | Dwelling Place

2017-09-21T12:18:44+00:00

The best thing about the city was the train home in winter, after she had spent the day behind the circulation desk at the public library. Already dark, so that when the train exited [...]

Isabella Martin | Dwelling Place 2017-09-21T12:18:44+00:00

Kat Solomon | Save a Child

2017-09-17T23:41:27+00:00

They get him on the way out of Trader Joe’s, with a bag of groceries in his hand thawing slowly in the summer sun. Some college kid with bad acne and a big smile [...]

Kat Solomon | Save a Child 2017-09-17T23:41:27+00:00

Jennifer Lewis | Saturday Mornings

2017-09-17T23:37:07+00:00

White knuckles knocked on the glass. Tanya flinched then looked up to find a thin woman with an angular face, watery blue eyes, and shiny coral lips. The lady motioned for Tanya to roll [...]

Jennifer Lewis | Saturday Mornings 2017-09-17T23:37:07+00:00

Bailey Pittenger | Luxury

2017-09-19T18:09:35+00:00

Luxury The narrative is only conflict or complaint. I ask my friends, If a vagina had a facial expression, what would you read? My friend A says, Humph, and then my [...]

Bailey Pittenger | Luxury 2017-09-19T18:09:35+00:00

Ani Tatintsyan | You, Me and Ivanka

2017-09-17T23:13:47+00:00

I met Ray in the summer of 2014 while I was visiting my father in Greece. My father had moved there six months prior, after his tumultuous divorce from my mother, to finish his novel [...]

Ani Tatintsyan | You, Me and Ivanka 2017-09-17T23:13:47+00:00

Ali Raz | On Belonging

2017-09-17T23:14:00+00:00

I am telling a woman, in a dream, that she fell into my life through contingency. I am telling her that she is from another world. I tell her, our paths crossed because [...]

Ali Raz | On Belonging 2017-09-17T23:14:00+00:00

Kevin Chong | House Poor

2017-09-17T23:22:12+00:00

My own mother wore the same handmade clothes until the day she never woke up. Try as I might, I am nowhere near the seamstress she was. So now I wear my daughter’s old clothes. [...]

Kevin Chong | House Poor 2017-09-17T23:22:12+00:00

July 2017

Tatiana Ryckman | I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do)

2017-07-28T17:21:13+00:00

Months after using my camera, I developed a roll of film and found you on it. I thought of Sontag writing, “The sense of the unattainable that can be evoked by photographs feeds directly into the erotic feelings of those for whom desirability is increased by distance.” I felt obvious and became embarrassed.

Tatiana Ryckman | I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) 2017-07-28T17:21:13+00:00

Olivia Mardwig | Practice

2017-07-17T01:57:34+00:00

After rereading it you feel a weakness that draws out of you like a low tide until there are only raised boats in the mud and incredible want. Why didn’t the character in the story predict that? What did she know that you don’t?

Olivia Mardwig | Practice 2017-07-17T01:57:34+00:00

Thomas Molander | To See Abundant o

2017-07-17T16:14:54+00:00

He reached into his briefcase, pulled out an apple, wiped it on his shirt, and took a large chomp. He watched himself chew in the rear-view mirror. He ate the apple’s core too because he had nowhere to dispose of it and he didn’t want to chuck it out the window in case the client pulled in at exactly that moment.

Thomas Molander | To See Abundant o 2017-07-17T16:14:54+00:00

Lisa Piazza | The Beat Between

2017-07-14T18:00:25+00:00

If you think I see Sibley, if you think I see Ruze, if you think I see Gran or my mom or Ms. K – sorry, you lose.  In Gran’s town, the streets don’t care if you are desperate or sad – the streets, like the dark houses, like the faraway sky, like the trees, do what they’re gonna do.  They keep quiet.  They keep calm – each intersection on auto-light: red, green, yellow.  Stop, go, slow.  Green, yellow, red, green.   Go slow, stop, go back…or go home. 

Lisa Piazza | The Beat Between 2017-07-14T18:00:25+00:00

Ethan Feuer | Earjob   

2017-07-14T17:31:04+00:00

Under her keyboard was a faint eeee. Feeble warble weakly insistent like a dog shut outside. The eeee was deep in her laptop’s guts. Her brother Mark was on video chat, her famous and handsome brother, mouth-breathing due to his rhinoplasty and making tattoo suggestions. But she could hear it between his sentences, the eeee.

Ethan Feuer | Earjob    2017-07-14T17:31:04+00:00

Cathy Ulrich | This Is Not Your Beautiful House

2017-07-17T01:53:56+00:00

There’s nothing wrong with your life, other than the obvious things. The other girl is rich, though, the kind of rich with soft hands and chauffeurs. You meet her outside her mansion, a baseball cap tipped over your face to hide it.

Cathy Ulrich | This Is Not Your Beautiful House 2017-07-17T01:53:56+00:00

Leah Bailly | Paradise, NV

2017-07-17T01:53:43+00:00

I also occasionally fell into a coma. I would dream of Las Vegas past, when I was a kid, when I flew down with my grandparents and we could still go to the Sands and the Silver Slipper and the Stardust. They would spend six weeks in the desert every winter in a motel two blocks off the Strip with a pool and a large Yiddish clientele. My grandmother, a smoker not a swimmer, would sit out in the sun and trade two-fers with the other ladies from Cleveland and Cincinnati and Saskatchewan. My grandfather was interested in the sports book, the horses in particular. Once we heard on my grandfather’s pocket radio that someone had jacked the bank across the street with a shotgun. I was afraid, but to prove that we were safe my grandmother marched me over to Smiths and bought a six-pack of pepsi and she gave me a can and then drank a mickey of bourbon in the rest of it. Bank robbers never hurt little kids, she told me. Remember, this city is full of people who just want to have fun, they don’t want to hurt some little kid.

Leah Bailly | Paradise, NV 2017-07-17T01:53:43+00:00

Alexandria Narae Young | Miyoung in April

2017-07-17T11:53:55+00:00

Within a few minutes a woman in a red sweatshirt came to collect Tammy. Anisha left soon after, and then, to my consternation, so did Daniel Park. By lunchtime half the class had gone home. At the time I had a strange fondness for carrots dipped in ketchup, and it was this I was enjoying when my father appeared in the doorway.

Alexandria Narae Young | Miyoung in April 2017-07-17T11:53:55+00:00

Justin Brouckaert | The Grandmothers

2017-07-17T11:59:12+00:00

The grandmothers walk through the front door, two and three at a time, bonding over talk of the weather. They lower their umbrellas, brush raindrops from their shawls and smooth their sheen grey hair, propped up in helmets or draped over grandmotherly shoulders. Cats and dogs, they say. Absolutely cats and dogs.

Justin Brouckaert | The Grandmothers 2017-07-17T11:59:12+00:00

Seyward Goodhand | What Bothers a Woman of the World

2017-07-17T16:11:25+00:00

First of all the name of the creature who follows me around: Agvagvat. Watching my mouth in the mirror call her, “Hey, Agvagvat,” I can’t stand it—Agvagvat isn’t an attractive word to say. When my mouth makes those guppy sounds I look very middle aged.

Seyward Goodhand | What Bothers a Woman of the World 2017-07-17T16:11:25+00:00

Kristin Vuković | Barren

2017-07-17T02:03:30+00:00

In Marko and Ana’s living room in Astoria hung a framed piece of Paška čipka—Pag lace—attached to a piece of creased cerulean paper. Last year when they were packing their bags to leave Croatia, Marko told Ana not to put it in her suitcase but she was hurried and stuffed everything in.

Kristin Vuković | Barren 2017-07-17T02:03:30+00:00

May 2017

Han Yujoo | The Impossible Fairytale (an excerpt)

2017-05-06T17:05:24+00:00

From THE IMPOSSIBLE FAIRY TALE, by Han Yujoo. Copyright © 2017 by Han Yujoo. English translation copyright © 2017 by Janet Hong. Reproduced with the permission of Graywolf Press, Minneapolis, Minnesota.   1. Dog. See [...]

Han Yujoo | The Impossible Fairytale (an excerpt) 2017-05-06T17:05:24+00:00

Kimberly King Parsons | The Touch

2017-05-06T17:10:00+00:00

Born landlocked, the animal trainer had been plagued all his life by whale thoughts. It made no sense. He had never seen one, would never, still his dreams brimmed with the giants. He couldn’t swim, [...]

Kimberly King Parsons | The Touch 2017-05-06T17:10:00+00:00

Simone Person | Bunny Man

2017-05-06T17:10:03+00:00

Sheri shakes me awake. She’s half out of her sleeping bag, a flashlight pressed under her chin. It’s spreading shadows across her fleshy face. Most of her sleepover had focused on going through the library [...]

Simone Person | Bunny Man 2017-05-06T17:10:03+00:00

Kate Jayroe | Office Max

2017-05-06T17:10:06+00:00

Two weeks ago, we packed our bags and left the civilized world. We moved into an Office Max. One with trouble maintaining full lighting. Downtown. Though it is the dead of winter, the hiss and [...]

Kate Jayroe | Office Max 2017-05-06T17:10:06+00:00

Laurel Sharon | Buried Alive

2017-05-05T11:24:53+00:00

Her parents had moved to a retirement community with low humidity and warm sun. There was tennis and golf, indoor calisthenics and shuffleboard on outdoor courts. There were daily walks and jogging with pedometers, cushioned [...]

Laurel Sharon | Buried Alive 2017-05-05T11:24:53+00:00

Kate Axelrod | A Third Party

2017-05-06T17:10:10+00:00

Charlie breaks up with you over the phone but later you fly to Seattle and insist he do it in person. The initial conversation had gone something like this: You were exasperated and said, What [...]

Kate Axelrod | A Third Party 2017-05-06T17:10:10+00:00

Asha Thanki | Seven Days

2017-05-06T17:10:34+00:00

I. On the first day it rains, we smoke in Arif’s basement. The table between us looks like it should be caving under the weight of the elaborate metal-and-clay hookah atop it. The pitter-patter on [...]

Asha Thanki | Seven Days 2017-05-06T17:10:34+00:00

Richard Chiem | Animal

2017-05-06T17:11:25+00:00

Before anything else, he realizes he is a person. He has somehow reached this point in his success to consider the question of what is a good person? He is feeling quite detached from where [...]

Richard Chiem | Animal 2017-05-06T17:11:25+00:00

Matthew Phillp | The Impresario

2017-05-06T17:11:27+00:00

Alex, suddenly cold and awkward in own his skin, clicked play on Jolene. Once Dolly was well into her desperate plea, he moved away from his desk through the leaning doorway, walked into the living [...]

Matthew Phillp | The Impresario 2017-05-06T17:11:27+00:00

Aura Xilonen | Gringo Champion (an excerpt)

2017-05-06T17:11:31+00:00

From THE GRINGO CHAMPION, by Aura Xilonen. Copyright  © 2015 Aura Xilonen Arroyo Oviedo. English translation copyright  © 2016 by Europa Editions, translated by Andrea Rosenberg. First publication 2017 by Europa Editions. Reproduced with the [...]

Aura Xilonen | Gringo Champion (an excerpt) 2017-05-06T17:11:31+00:00

March 2017

Jess Pane | Oh, How I Want to Go Home

2017-03-07T09:57:32+00:00

In the Retreat Club Diner, Bud Howard drank his second morning coffee while watching the morning news on a small television set secured in the corner. The other regulars had a passing interest in the [...]

Jess Pane | Oh, How I Want to Go Home 2017-03-07T09:57:32+00:00

Jesse Ruddock | from Shot Blue

2017-03-08T15:59:53+00:00

Excerpt from Jesse Ruddock's story collection Shot Blue, out February 20, 2017 from Coach House Books. Available for order now here. Her mother tried to show her how to pack a suitcase, but Tomasin didn’t want to [...]

Jesse Ruddock | from Shot Blue 2017-03-08T15:59:53+00:00

Angie Sijun Lou | Jukai

2017-05-05T22:18:02+00:00

After dusk in Seattle, look for the moon. Sometimes it burns pale fire over the tree line, other times it hangs crookedly nailed to the sky; a slivered hangnail bitten from God’s hand. Only summer [...]

Angie Sijun Lou | Jukai 2017-05-05T22:18:02+00:00

Natalia Hero | Poison

2017-05-05T22:30:04+00:00

  Listen, I know I said I'd go to meetings. I know I said I'd get a sponsor. But I'm busy. My work is my meetings. My work is my sponsor. I know what your [...]

Natalia Hero | Poison 2017-05-05T22:30:04+00:00

Kristen Arnett | With Teeth

2017-03-06T16:12:06+00:00

Sitting in the chair means the mouth of it swallows your ass. You don’t take to the chair, it takes to your body and keeps parts after you’ve risen from it. It hulks in the [...]

Kristen Arnett | With Teeth 2017-03-06T16:12:06+00:00

Miles Preston-Clark | Two Flashes

2017-03-25T02:06:18+00:00

Future Vision  I take myself to a movie because I think I deserve it. I go to one of those big chain cinemas downtown, the kind with the reclining vinyl chairs big enough for two [...]

Miles Preston-Clark | Two Flashes 2017-03-25T02:06:18+00:00

February 2017

Chris Ames | Gutting a Pale Fish

2017-05-05T22:20:05+00:00

Gutting a pale fish with my father, the strongman. He turns it in his hands once, twice, plops it on the chopping block, belly up. Swallows the air. The thing about stinky little fish heads [...]

Chris Ames | Gutting a Pale Fish 2017-05-05T22:20:05+00:00

Edie Meidav | MODERN PARABLES #1: THEFT

2017-05-05T22:20:11+00:00

. Excerpt from Edie Meidav's story collection Kingdom of the Young, out April 11, 2017 from Sarabande Books. Available for pre-order now here. Don’t worry, I didn’t take all the soaps. I didn’t think you did, the [...]

Edie Meidav | MODERN PARABLES #1: THEFT 2017-05-05T22:20:11+00:00

Kristyn Dunnion | Flat Ass Saturday Night

2017-05-05T22:20:21+00:00

Since Ray got sprung from Bellamy Creek Correctional, it’s been better and worse and the same. Delia, for better or worse. And the same all-night radio show tiding him over, lulling what’s left of the [...]

Kristyn Dunnion | Flat Ass Saturday Night 2017-05-05T22:20:21+00:00

Blair Hurley | The Girl

2017-05-05T22:20:38+00:00

The girl is dead. Is she a girl? She’s old enough for shimmer lipgloss, for a boyfriend. There she is in photographs, her brother’s arm large on her shoulders, grinning in low-cut jeans that show [...]

Blair Hurley | The Girl 2017-05-05T22:20:38+00:00

Ridwan Tijani | Capital Discourses

2017-02-13T13:31:31+00:00

Roland was a Marxist—probably the only Marxist in Lagos or even the whole country, he was sure. He believed that there was a “ruling class” in Nigeria and he was sure people already knew that, [...]

Ridwan Tijani | Capital Discourses 2017-02-13T13:31:31+00:00

January 2017

Gabe Bump | Jonah and The Dunk

2017-02-12T15:46:17+00:00

Excerpt from Gabe Bump‘s forthcoming novel Get Down, Claude. July before I started 8th grade, Paul had this scare. A fuzzy blemish on an x-ray. After tests and hours of chain smoking—nothing serious, just an aberration. [...]

Gabe Bump | Jonah and The Dunk 2017-02-12T15:46:17+00:00

Brittany Bronson | Safari Night

2017-02-12T15:47:10+00:00

At the Meet-Up event, most of the women wore sexy tribal costumes, but I dressed up as Pumba from the Lion King. The elastic snout kept falling down over my mouth, making it difficult to [...]

Brittany Bronson | Safari Night 2017-02-12T15:47:10+00:00

Neobie Gonzalez | None of us was certain

2017-05-05T22:21:22+00:00

It was April again, and the feet were getting ripe. They hung from our large tree’s lower branches, emitting a scent similar to an old, damp rag, swinging back and forth, slowly, following the direction [...]

Neobie Gonzalez | None of us was certain 2017-05-05T22:21:22+00:00

Bridget Brewer | Moth

2017-05-05T22:21:25+00:00

Moths died in daylight, nocturnal no longer.  That summer.  It was always one hundred and two degrees.  The moths and their noon wing death.  That summer.  It was hard for anyone to make sense of [...]

Bridget Brewer | Moth 2017-05-05T22:21:25+00:00

Caroline Crew | GULDIZE

2017-05-05T22:21:29+00:00

Lizzie sits in a room because everything is a room. Right now, the room is a field and the field is corn. The sun is slow and turning the wheat, its chaff, golden. Lizzie waits [...]

Caroline Crew | GULDIZE 2017-05-05T22:21:29+00:00

Jono Naito | Center of the Earth

2017-02-12T15:50:04+00:00

It is 6:56am PST, and I watch a car drive across a bridge. The passenger, who for this record I will call Child, presses her face against the window. The driver, who for this record [...]

Jono Naito | Center of the Earth 2017-02-12T15:50:04+00:00

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