Melissa Ragsly | Fiction


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 compasses, nothing but spinning needles.

Melissa Ragsly | Fiction2018-12-20T12:57:19-04:00

Lisa Hanson | Fiction


. . A REWARD FOR WHIMSY I knew little about Brad when we arranged to meet. Demographics, mostly. He was thirty-seven, an adjunct with abundant graying hair. A childless

Lisa Hanson | Fiction2018-12-20T12:34:02-04:00

Isabella Martin | Dwelling Place


[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22281" img_size="600x400" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][vc_column_text]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.

Isabella Martin | Dwelling Place2017-09-21T12:18:44-04:00

Kat Solomon | Save a Child


[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22280" img_size="600x400" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][vc_column_text]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

Kat Solomon | Save a Child2017-09-17T23:41:27-04:00

Jennifer Lewis | Saturday Mornings


[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22297" img_size="600x400" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][vc_column_text]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

Jennifer Lewis | Saturday Mornings2017-09-17T23:37:07-04:00

Sara Kachelman | How My Heart Really Feels


[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="22274" img_size="600x400" alignment="center" style="vc_box_rounded"][vc_column_text]Every night at 8 p.m. I wait for the beautiful telemarketer to call again. Her voice has a radio liquidation. She’s lowered it like a man’s.

Sara Kachelman | How My Heart Really Feels2017-09-19T20:57:04-04:00

Reno Evangelista | Fiction


The woman looks confused. She stares at the girl, who is the only other moving thing in the dark of the new year. She says something that sounds like the hissing of water as it falls to a hot pan. The girl has gone through more than half the matches now, and the woman looks old enough to be her mother. She strikes another.

Reno Evangelista | Fiction2018-12-20T12:55:04-04:00

Samuel Rafael Barber | Fiction


Oh how I longed for that excitement, oh how I longed for that feeling as I would wrap the helicopter in the dish towels given to us by Cousin Vitto and unwrap it again in a desperate attempt to capture the magic that now eluded me but had been powerfully felt not so long ago.

Samuel Rafael Barber | Fiction2018-12-20T12:54:41-04:00

Ali Raz | Fiction


Two boarding passes and I’m sitting on a sofa in this airport, waiting for a plane again. I feel my fear in the palm of my hand. The old exhaustion. Familiar churning in my gut. It’s time to leave. I can’t wait. Outside’s a massive, swamplike heat. Humidity. I want to dip my head in acid. Clean myself out. Shake the dirt that’s all over me. It’s time to leave at last and I can’t wait, but I think something’s happened, this blinding flash of light.

Ali Raz | Fiction2018-12-20T12:44:59-04:00

Kevin Chong | Fiction


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. She left a closet full of them, in perfect condition, after she moved out of the house. There are enough sweatshirts for me to live out my days in them.

Kevin Chong | Fiction2018-12-20T12:45:06-04:00

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


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)2017-07-28T17:21:13-04:00

Olivia Mardwig | Practice


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 | Practice2017-07-17T01:57:34-04:00

Thomas Molander | To See Abundant o


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 o2017-07-17T16:14:54-04:00

Lisa Piazza | The Beat Between


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 Between2018-11-24T14:19:33-04:00

Ethan Feuer | Earjob   


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   2017-07-14T17:31:04-04:00

Cathy Ulrich | This Is Not Your Beautiful House


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 House2017-07-17T01:53:56-04:00

Leah Bailly | Paradise, NV


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.

Leah Bailly | Paradise, NV2018-12-20T12:40:19-04:00

Alexandria Narae Young | Miyoung in April


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 April2017-07-17T11:53:55-04:00

Justin Brouckaert | The Grandmothers


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 Grandmothers2017-07-17T11:59:12-04:00

Seyward Goodhand | What Bothers a Woman of the World


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 World2017-07-17T16:11:25-04:00

Kristin Vuković | Barren


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 | Barren2017-07-17T02:03:30-04:00

Simone Person | Bunny Man


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

Simone Person | Bunny Man2018-11-24T14:16:33-04:00

Kate Jayroe | Office Max


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

Kate Jayroe | Office Max2018-11-24T14:16:35-04:00

Laurel Sharon | Buried Alive


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

Laurel Sharon | Buried Alive2017-05-05T11:24:53-04:00

Asha Thanki | Seven Days


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

Asha Thanki | Seven Days2017-05-06T17:10:34-04:00

Richard Chiem | Animal


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

Richard Chiem | Animal2017-05-06T17:11:25-04:00

Jesse Ruddock | from Shot Blue


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

Jesse Ruddock | from Shot Blue2018-11-24T14:16:15-04:00

Angie Sijun Lou | Jukai


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

Angie Sijun Lou | Jukai2017-05-05T22:18:02-04:00

Blair Hurley | The Girl


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

Blair Hurley | The Girl2017-05-05T22:20:38-04:00

Gabe Bump | Jonah and The Dunk


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

Gabe Bump | Jonah and The Dunk2018-11-24T14:16:14-04:00

Bridget Brewer | Moth


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

Bridget Brewer | Moth2017-05-05T22:21:25-04:00

Fortunato Salazar | I Am Zelda


I am Seth Rogen’s Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and I’m obsessed with the words “harlequin” and “inquiline.” The caryatid stops by our table one morning and asks if she can

Fortunato Salazar | I Am Zelda2016-12-20T10:41:47-04:00

Mahreen Sohail | Heat Wave


Early on in the summer, my mother, my father and I ran out of adjectives to describe exactly how hot we were feeling. Then my mother caught depression. Also from

Mahreen Sohail | Heat Wave2016-12-20T13:05:38-04:00

Michelle Tea | Black Wave


Excerpt from Michelle Tea‘s novel Black Wave, released in September from Feminist Press. Michelle wasn’t sure when everyone started hanging out at the Albion. She had managed to pass the corner dive

Michelle Tea | Black Wave2017-03-25T01:01:53-04:00

Stephanie Wong Ken | Face


INAUGURAL COSMONAUTS AVENUE FICTION PRIZE WINNER After much thought, Pam and I decide to fix our faces. We save up until we can afford what we want and get a

Stephanie Wong Ken | Face2017-05-05T22:24:13-04:00

Natalie Eilbert | Malignant


No one should ever speak to anyone else if they aren’t willing to risk total exposure. Alex had a nasty habit of twirling her hair, twisting it into beetle-dense knots,

Natalie Eilbert | Malignant2016-11-16T11:52:24-04:00

Saba Waheed | The Crows


Pamir roared from the bottom of his stomach, clapped loudly, pounded his feet on the ground and screeched, “Keeeeeeek! Keeeeeeek!” But the crows lined up on the power line didn’t

Saba Waheed | The Crows2016-11-18T12:03:49-04:00

Andrew Cothren | West


Ben blows through a stop sign and I say You’re a goddamn jackass Ben. Two states from home and he’s already giving the cops excuses. Turn signals and speed limits

Andrew Cothren | West2016-11-15T12:20:34-04:00

T.J. Kurita | Royal Jelly


There were no flowers near the house, no decorative plants. Just grass, cut short enough to kill it in some places and several trees. The grass was edged cleanly along

T.J. Kurita | Royal Jelly2016-11-15T12:21:49-04:00

Meredith Alling | Two Stories


Excerpts from Meredith Alling's story collection Sing the Song, out November 18, 2016 from Future Tense Books. Available for pre-order now at   Symbiosis I was in a brightly lit

Meredith Alling | Two Stories2017-03-25T01:02:04-04:00

Ilana Masad | For Context


Charlie really wasn't stalking her. Really. It took daily talking-to-self to convince Charlie of that, but Charlie knew. This wasn't stalking. This wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation.

Ilana Masad | For Context2017-05-05T22:24:25-04:00

Mika Taylor | The Botanist


She planted a single seed in each of his ears while he slept, tweezing in the first, then waiting patiently for him to turn. They weren’t seeds she could readily

Mika Taylor | The Botanist2016-11-15T12:14:51-04:00

Gregory Sullivan | Coyotes


When we came upon Number 15 the last time, he’d already been killed, having been shot fatally by local law enforcement in a Northwest Georgia carpet-manufacturing city, which had been

Gregory Sullivan | Coyotes2016-09-15T11:15:45-04:00

Julia Chan | Stinging nettle


She grips the handle of her suitcase hard, so hard her fingers begin to cramp. The wave of passengers buoys her toward Arrivals. A sudden intestinal twist in the corridor

Julia Chan | Stinging nettle2017-05-05T22:25:22-04:00

Erin Khar | David


I woke up this morning thinking about David. I woke up this morning, next to Graham, my sleeping husband, thinking about David. I woke up this morning, next to Graham,

Erin Khar | David2016-09-15T11:20:25-04:00

Sandra Alland | Toronto


These are the things that have changed about Toronto since I left it. There are about 239 new identical 25-floor condos, where young urban dwellers buy overpriced apartments called ‘cubes,’

Sandra Alland | Toronto2016-09-15T11:20:29-04:00

Rachel Hall | After All


In her last days, when they no longer try to lure her from her narrow bed, she hears singing, lullabies like those her mother sang to her in Ladino or

Rachel Hall | After All2016-09-15T11:23:06-04:00

Yma Johnson | La Gringa Negra


I hurry down the sloping street towards dealers who stand like raptors, eyes glowing in the half light of nightfall. The wall behind them is covered in gang graffiti; gold

Yma Johnson | La Gringa Negra2017-05-05T22:25:26-04:00

Erica Peplin | Perfect Couple


I had an aunt and uncle whose lives were perfect. They sent the most beautiful Christmas cards every year. They came in thick envelopes with stamps from foreign countries. It

Erica Peplin | Perfect Couple2016-09-15T11:25:43-04:00

Yoss | Super Extra Grande (excerpt)


In a distant future in which humankind has colonized the universe, Dr. Jan Sangan, a veterinarian specializing in extremely large alien organisms, goes spelunking in the bowels of a creature

Yoss | Super Extra Grande (excerpt)2017-05-05T22:30:19-04:00