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April 7, 2017 | Fiction

"Wade Boggs"

Jeremy Rice

You look like you just walked out of a punt, pass and kick contest. We gotta make you look sick."

April 6, 2017 | Poetry

Randy Bass

Brian Robert Flynn

I’m thankful for the throwaways. Like the time the Bears lost in extra innings. Randy Bass, pre-Hanshin Tigers Randy Bass, had committed an error on a routine toss to the pitcher at first. It was

April 5, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems Poorly Translated On Baseball During Wartime

Shane Kowalski

Then something funny happened / after months of imprisonment, / handled like/ animals, less than/ animals, / they started playing baseball.

April 4, 2017 | Nonfiction

Hateball

Bud Smith

I wanted to quit, and was too young to realize that I could just quit anything.

April 3, 2017 |

Self-Portrait as Home Run Ball

John McCarthy

But I see the look on his face, the lawn sprinklers waving back and forth like paper fans, the cicadas and their dim crescendoing dirge, and the panicgrass that the boy runs back through as he realizes what fetching me will cost him.

April 2, 2017 |

Caveat Emptor, Baby

Marta Balcewicz

March 31, 2017 | Fiction

ROKUGATSU NO HEBI

Kris Hartrum

I wanted to see Akari and have a drink so we could get a little drunk and maybe take our clothes off.

March 31, 2017 | Nonfiction

Now the wren has gone to roost 

Drew Knapp

The trees all richly clad, yet devoid of pride, fat with birds and the season, have called back days and years for the history they are giving me. 

March 29, 2017 | Interview

Interview with Meredith Alling

Gregory Lee Sullivan

What I like most about the story is that the grossness makes way for the sadness.

March 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shitstorm

Melissa Moorer

Now Dad would have to drive us to Mom’s in the shit-mobile, which probably wouldn’t start even if he could get the car doors open. Cows were standing pinned between the car and the wall and the doors had been frozen shut since the storm even without all the extra ice and frozen manure. Dad had tried pouring boiling water over the handles days ago, but the doors only worked while the handle was still too hot then froze solid again, worse than before. 

March 24, 2017 | Nonfiction

Honey Mustard

Michael Fischer

He could kill me right now. I’m rail-thin, depression rotting the muscle off me since I got here. He’s big and strong and calls himself Faheem.

March 22, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rosebud Ben-Oni

Signals

When dead whales wash up on your shores,
it's not your insult to heaven, nor your fifteen-

        foot song carried

                       by high tide into flushing

March 21, 2017 | Interview

Interview with Lauren Grodstein 

Rob Volansky

Grodstein is the author of four previous books, including the New York Times bestseller A Friend of the Family and the Washington Post Book of the Year The Explanation for Everything. She was kind enough to answer some of my questions regarding OUR SHORT HISTORY, out now from Algonquin Books.

March 20, 2017 | Fiction

The Drive

Brendan Mathews

The parents come home tired, they come home smiling, they come home angry, they come home drunk.

March 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two poems

Emily Pinkerton

That night in April. / That other night in April. 

March 17, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brandi Kalicki

soliciting chimps / in the shit cage

March 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

Severance

Jason Metz

There are meetings in places that come disguised as something else.

March 15, 2017 |

Get Out / John Wick 2

Sean Kilpatrick

Honoring AV Club's restraining order against me from this day forward

March 14, 2017 | Poetry

Dear Editor: poems

Wheeler Light

Dear Editor,         or         Owl

Attached are poems in which I spin my head three hundred sixty degrees attempting to stare at myself. Attached are poems in which I attempt to eat myself

March 13, 2017 | Fiction

Good Touch, Bad Touch

Thomas Kearnes

Shane said I needed to be more social, network with the other teachers. I told him it was pointless.

March 13, 2017 |

A Cure for Wellness

Sean Kilpatrick

“I look forward to the time when I shall refuse to learn another thing, having accumulated errors enough.” Charles Fort

March 12, 2017 |

Autocorrect

Marta Balcewicz

March 10, 2017 | Fiction

Below the Chandelier

Derick Dupre

He can’t respond to the man addressing him as Mr. Sport because he can’t talk, his tongue has been mangled, somewhat ineptly, and he sees the hilarity in this, being tortured by inept torturers, as another larger silent gentleman’s behind him, but if it weren’t him in the chair, if it were someone else and he was watching, he might be amused by these two dilettantes practicing the art of torture.

March 10, 2017 | Nonfiction

HInterland Transmissions: AIDS on a Toothbrush

Steve Anwyll

It's the middle of winter. My last submission was rejected with good cause. It went a little off the deep end.

March 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Patrick Kindig

& spread / my arms out / like a giant squid

March 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

So Your Employer Offered You a Pronoun Button

Kelly Magee

Congratulations! Your employer is an open-minded, inclusive institution that has discovered a method to ensure the comfort of their gender non-conforming employees, and that method is buttons.

March 7, 2017 |

From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah

Kristine Brown

From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah
Nirvana
Label: DGC
Released: October 1st, 1996
Length: 17 songs, 54 minutes

 

Last time I saw you, a good foot separated the two of us. Walked up

March 6, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Erika Jo Brown

I want to be a zygote again. / I want to be a dumb plant.

March 5, 2017 |

The Prophet

Janelle Garcia and Lisette Alonso

March 3, 2017 | Fiction

The Ugly Woman

Laura Adamczyk

The woman sat on the train wrapped tightly in her coat. She stared at herself in the window and eyed the other passengers.