Nonfiction
Richard Russo
Almost the whole capital of the novelist is the slow accumulation of unconscious observation. —Mark Twain   I was in junior high—as middle school was called back then—when I he...
Craft Lecture
Mark Jarman
Webster’s definition for the word “something”—which it labels a pronoun, an adverb, and an adjective—is, “Some indeterminate and unspecified thing.” The OED adds, “material or immat...
Fiction
Charlotte Pence and Adam Prince
On her final evening in Cartagena, thirty-two-year-old Margaret Lockwood-Showenwaldt took a laminated invitation offering discount drinks and a free buffet from a man wearing a band...
Fiction
Justin Taylor
The snow in the headlights reminds Trace of Space Invaders. Rick’s dad had owned one of the old arcade cabinets, restored to good working order and kept in the living room; they wer...
Poetry
William Logan
The hard-polish, bank-floor sheen of horse chestnuts fall after fall showered us with naval mines fertile in the gloom, each erotic as a Madonna or the rosary beads of nuns. My shri...
Poetry
Samuel Less
The sound of my father pissing from great height at the dead center of the toilet bowl without concern for sleeping children, the assertion of his right to be out late restated each...
Fiction
Ben Loory
One night, the woman has a dream that the ocean moves in next door. She can see it in there rolling around, as she stares out the window across the hedge. Somehow the ocean’s ...
Fiction
Gabriel Houck
The security camera outside Morrison’s Party Rentals is lonely. Its job is to document its own solitude. Or its job is to enforce its own solitude, the record of which becomes a mov...
Fiction
Lee Conell
When I first laid eyes on James, he was fast asleep. We were in the high school auditorium, at assembly. James was wearing a green windbreaker, and stuffed in its mesh kangaroo pock...
Fiction
Ben Eisman
This was in downtown Chicago, a cold November night, 1992, at an almost-pretty-nice Italian place. I was seventeen, three inches taller than my father and thirty pounds lighter. My ...
Fiction
Ben Loory
A family goes on a day trip to Chinatown, and the next morning, the little girl finds a dragon in their backyard. Are you a dragon? the little girl says to the dragon. Yes, says the...
Fiction
Ben Loory
A bunch of sloths were hanging out, eating leaves in the forest, when one of them suddenly spoke up. Hey guys, he said. I think I’m gonna get a job. Gonna get a what? another ...
Poetry
Anders Carlson-Wee
Boone County, Kentucky Fair warning: I gotta roll my mother every half hour or so to curb bedsores, but I wanna hear this story. Just keep it down cause she’s asleep and I need the ...
Poetry
Anders Carlson-Wee
Oconto, Wisconsin Hey fella, you asleep? I hate to wake you up like this, but I gotta warn you: the heater’s broke. Darn thing went limp outta nowhere and it’s gonna get cold. I can...
Fiction
Alexander Maksik
I’d been sleeping with another Argentine, Luis Perón (no relation, or so he claimed), a narrow, meatless man surviving on a fat trust fund who spoke in a self-conscious combination ...
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