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September 29, 2017 |

Immortals

Tammy Mercure

 

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

—Tara Wray, photo editor 

 

 

(2014-present) Time in New

September 28, 2017 |

Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America

Steve Anwyll

Sitting in the Montreal bus terminal I make a decision. To eat the last of my weed candies. 

September 27, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Precious Okoyomon

When was the assertion of blackness anything other than an interrogation.
I’m fat and black and queer in america _They don’t know what to do with me

September 27, 2017 | Fiction

The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport

Grayson Elorreaga

One summer morning, Lyle Condy was cycling down the steep, straight hill of Magdalene Road in the city of Cambridge. His bike had a bell in strict accordance with local ordinances regarding cycling. 

September 26, 2017 |

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn

Tyler Koshakow

1.
My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a startling way. "Death is just a figure of speech," I told her. Of course, at age

September 25, 2017 | Fiction

Raindance

Reggie Mills

Months ago. Here it is me at the grocery getting flowers and deli meats and here’s the little boy with his face soft and fluffy and pink. 

September 22, 2017 | Interview

Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x

Leesa Cross-Smith

Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in Indianapolis and it was the first time I'd met either of them. I remember thinking wow this is one

September 22, 2017 |

Under

Marvin Shackelford

Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.

September 21, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Dionissios Kollias

Digital Hellos

An erroneous message of two equals,
in a future program.

The Internet was given an italicized quote
above a colored text box,
he may have wanted to kill me.

This

September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Come, Love

Miriam Cohen

He was at the window. I heard the tap-tap-tap.

September 20, 2017 | Fiction

Mema's Alaskan Taco Hut

Lauren Dostal

After, we slunk back to Mema’s Alaskan Taco Hut and I crawled into a booth and ordered with two fingers like we were stuck in a Mad Men b-reel. I couldn’t see my hand held up, but from this

September 19, 2017 | Poetry

death by holograms

Chance Dibben

I am trying to come out to my father / but all he wants to talk about / are the 1985 Chicago Bears

September 18, 2017 | Fiction

New Mother

Brianna McNish

“I don’t like how her flesh looks,” my daughter tells me. According to Phoebe, this woman has the flesh of a winter peach.

September 15, 2017 | Poetry

Murmuration

ash adams


Before roosting in the city, starlings dive—
five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the
law of localization. Bound by surroundings. Step into a

crowded elevator and take on

September 14, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Larry Narron

BROWSING FOR CHAINSAWS


The carwash that neighbors
the boarded-up hospital
suddenly leaks back to life.
A rust-eaten truck rumbles by,

a keg of insecticide banging
around in the

September 13, 2017 | Fiction

Buddy

Dana Diehl

“We made out once,” my sister says. I thought “I was in love with him for a night.”

September 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Foster

All i want is an apple but no one / is picking these days.

September 11, 2017 | Fiction

Exposure

Kat Gonso

My daughter Lisbeth checks Missy’s gums for bleeders. “Sometimes the damage done takes generations to make itself known,” she says, nodding along with her words, agreeing with herself. 

September 8, 2017 | Fiction

Clown College

Sophia Veltfort

By now Lena was supposed to be the version of herself at whom people looked twice, and whom Alec missed, at home, now that they lived together. But she was still just herself, in stockings and hoodie, her face half-done. 

September 7, 2017 |

Death Note / mother! / final movie review

Sean Kilpatrick

Domo

September 7, 2017 | Poetry

After You Texted

Janet Frishberg

and a vague behind-the-eyes tired from reading about destruction until after midnight

September 6, 2017 | Fiction

Mail From The Person You Ate

Jennifer Fliss

At first Margaret went around whispering about the rape. The rape? Her rape? Did she own it? Did she have to keep it? Did she share it? 

September 5, 2017 | Fiction

Four Excerpts from Temporal

Troy James Weaver

Don’t know whether I was really desperate for weed or just plain curious about that dude, Duffy, but for whatever reason, I found myself back at his trailer, on the couch, watching TV and smoking his shit.

September 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

260 Saturdays

Jody Kennedy

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

September 4, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mike Soto

[The wind of that dream lasted a horizon]

The wind of that dream lasted a horizon
of years in my stomach, leaving a lone tree

bent in the gesture of listening. That’s why
my hand