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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
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.
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.
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?
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.
Just Fireflies
B.J. Best
Molly liked that the Museum of Light was honest. Inside every light is a seed of darkness, one interpretive sign began. It is light’s job to prevent that seed from blooming.
A partial list of mitigating factors in play
Jacqueline Boucher
- you never wanted to be the kind of person who balked when people entered your home without taking off their shoes
The Resurgence of Plain
Michael Kaplan
No one even realized Plain could make such a comeback. Years before, it tapered off in grocery stores. Chips. Donuts. Even Coca-Cola. All were taken over by ranch, chocolate, lime.
A Heart and a Half
Gary Joshua Garrison
Out by the park, I say, I’ve got your blood in me, and you look at me funny, like you are waiting for this to be another mediocre joke, and it is, somehow, but I don’t know the punchline yet.
Love Story in the Form of a Taco
Daniel Paul
“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.
Police Report
Sonya Gray Redi
When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page.
Victory Speech
Salvatore Difalco
I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.
Two Stories
Matt Naylor
The bank took the car but they didn't take my legs, so this morning I stole the neighbor kid's bike and pedaled into town.
Sock Factory
Greg Chandler
First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request. Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.
Pierrot On The Futon
Derick Dupre
I was a mess at every sunrise. The door winked at me, the comb was losing teeth.
Carl "The Monolith" Reinhardt
TJ Fuller
I used to part masses. To wade through throngs of children cheering. Boogie would press play on the cassette, and I’d come through the crowd instead of take the aisle. I’d roll on the trampoline and stand above a field of pumping fists.
Security Breeds Stagnation
Emily Pavick
I call that year my wandering year or my train station year or my year of the lucky rat year. It was 1996 and I was pregnant with my first child, Boris––born with a strong heart, Boris.
Taking Care of the Baby
Letitia Trent
The neighbor comes to my door with my keys in his hand: I'd left them in the mailbox earlier, or maybe yesterday, or the day before that.
The Girlfriends
Michelle Lyn King
His new girlfriend makes things with her hands. You know. Things. Candle holders out of twigs. A mosaic picture frame out of broken up bits of CDs.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!