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McDonald's Coffee photo
May 16, 2022 | Fiction

McDonald's Coffee

Al Jacobs

Once the coffee cooled I took a sip and said, Not bad for McDonald's coffee.

And he said, It really is a good cup of coffee. Wherever you go, you can always depend on McDonald's for a good cup of coffee.

And I thought, McDonald's coffee is trash.

We Were Once Combustible photo
May 9, 2022 | Fiction

We Were Once Combustible

Christine H. Chen

You roamed in like a chuckling bear into my house of beakers, graduated cylinders, round bottom flasks, you asked to borrow an Erlenmeyer, here you go, I said, thought you were just a clumsy animal, afraid you'd break something of mine, pushed you out of the lab and you came back bearing M&M's in a petri dish, half of them a mess of Blue No. 2

Best, photo
May 6, 2022 | Fiction


Wynter K Miller

When I was small, I was certain he hung the moon. It’s still a possibility—I can, in fact, imagine his immaculate frame climbing a ladder upward—but in twenty years I’ve become less certain about everything, even him.

But Then Comes April photo
April 29, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

But Then Comes April

Daniel Joseph

For the better part of every year I try like heck to be a better person. Nicer. More caring. This year I’ve taken up breathing. I breathe in and I breathe out each day. Last year I learned to put less

Unwritten Rules photo
April 28, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Unwritten Rules

Joe Bohlinger

Rome was good. Sat ninety in the summers. Leaned on his off speed when the weather got cold. Postseason, most of the district had seen him by then, we took advantage of teams whose scouts said he was

Best Ever Battery photo
April 27, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Best Ever Battery

Anna Reser

I played left field for the Tularosa Middle School Tarantulas girl’s team. I was long and brittle, like a cactus spine. Or a splinter. And I was afraid of the baseball. I batted .083 that summer and

Work photo
April 26, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction


Michael Harper

I pick up Henry after work and we drive 65 miles to the first game of Colin’s fall AAU league. It costs enough, but college is looming and some short-term discomfort for the chance at a scholarship is

Slap photo
April 20, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction


Sarp Sozdinler

I was about to witness Kershaw’s first career no-hitter on TV when pieces of meat started to pour from the skies and slap the ground. Our house rattled as we rushed to the windows and watched the

Cold-Weather Home Opener photo
April 14, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Cold-Weather Home Opener

Mike Prask

The world and weather are telling us they’re not ready for baseball, but I choose not to believe that. It’s too cold to call this rain, but too wet to classify it as sleet. I’m prepared for the chill

In the Books photo
April 11, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

In the Books

Travis Price

Two things are clear to Ava: It’s time to end things with Nico, and Thad Worley might not make it out of the first inning.

He’s next to her in the left field bleachers chewing on a hang nail and

Guy Just Loves to Play photo
April 7, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Guy Just Loves to Play

Ken Derry

I was cruising through the lineup, 6-0, decimating my neighbors in our annual July Fourth softball tournament when a pinch hitter came to the plate. It took a minute — two pitches, actually — to place

The Bat photo
April 5, 2022 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Bat

Emily Ziffer

The bat was a gift from her father. It was a souvenir bat, one-of-a-kind. “This bat,” said her father, “is more than just a bat. It is a special bat, a valuable bat. It is not to be used. It is not to

The Far Side photo
March 22, 2022 | Fiction

The Far Side

Julie Goldberg

She was going up to Poughkeepsie to see a girl she had met on the internet who, promisingly, shared her passion for Gary Larson comics.

Same Difference photo
March 14, 2022 | Fiction

Same Difference

Clare Fisher

She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it, starts to laugh. ‘I guess we're both freaks.’

The Red Bird photo
March 9, 2022 | Fiction

The Red Bird

Michael McSweeney

My six-year-old son stretches his arms to their limit as he describes his latest nightmare.

from the archives: "Navigators" from Hobart 12 photo
February 18, 2022 | Fiction, Hobart 12

from the archives: "Navigators" from Hobart 12

Mike Meginnis

with an introduction from Matt Bell

She Could photo
January 31, 2022 | Fiction

She Could

Anu Kandikuppa

She could eat. She could get a little plump, not so plump that he wouldn’t like it, but plumper than before she knew him, when she had to stay thin and dainty so she could get married and become plump, though no more than he liked.

Smiley in the Bullrushes photo
January 28, 2022 | Fiction

Smiley in the Bullrushes

James Lineberger

If we accept the conventional ATF line, bootleggers are scoundrels of the worst sort, caring only for the almighty dollar, men who will poison you with hootch run through junk radiators and contaminated with everything from antifreeze to dead rats.

Weak Tea Scam photo
January 27, 2022 | Fiction

Weak Tea Scam

Joy Guo

Find your mark. As American as they come. Like this couple, standing a few feet to your left. Around your age, but taller, sturdier, sun-fed and muscular. Their smiles remind you of neatly racked milk bottles.  

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven photo
January 20, 2022 | Fiction

Seven Million Minutes in Heaven

Rin Kelly

It was during the seventh experiment that I died, or I think I died—I mean, I must have died because if I hadn’t there surely would have been a lawsuit of some sort, and I’d know about it by now if I hadn’t died. Maybe I’d be filthy rich and wouldn’t have to keep signing up for these research studies and tests just to pay my bills. And to buy my pills.

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional photo
January 19, 2022 | Fiction

Two Episodes in the Life of a Mental Health Professional

Harris Lahti

The man who used to be my husband wanted to hook up.  “Right here,” he said after parking our Nissan Sable in the road we used to live on and killing the headlights

Horse Poor photo
January 14, 2022 | Fiction

Horse Poor

Alexander Lumans

After last night, I’m no longer allowed at The Mint Bar. You could say it’s because I choked the owner’s daughter up against the wall next to the jukebox that only plays Cash songs—pushed her hard enough that a quarter fell from the coin slot—or you could say she deserved it.

Adjudicate photo
January 12, 2022 | Fiction


Michael Snyder

I’m in accounting. Sally in the lab. Among her other duties, Sally is an odor judge. Her nose is rather ordinary to look at, what my grandma might have called a button nose. But Sally’s nose is legend.

An Accessory to the Orchestra photo
January 10, 2022 | Fiction

An Accessory to the Orchestra

Tommy Dean

Just another dead body in a city of dead bodies, right? This world is out to eat me, Chase. I feel the scratch of its teeth.

Absent Goras photo
January 3, 2022 | Fiction

Absent Goras

Avee Chaudhuri

The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.

Recent Books

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub


Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily


Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor