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November 30, 2023 | Fiction


Franz Jørgen Neumann

She thought he was going to kill her this time, but that was one of the unspoken rules: no killing each other. Also: no kitchen knives, no purpose-built weapons of any kind. No screaming, either. Neighbors, the police—they wouldn’t understand.

November 29, 2023 | Fiction

A Nice Memory

Jane Liddle

My mother’s screams woke me up.

November 27, 2023 | Fiction

The Biggest Ball In the World

Robert McCready

In late July, in the mid-nineties, I begged Mom and her fiancé Paul to buy me a big ball at Roses department store.

November 24, 2023 | Fiction

Excerpt from NIAGARA FALLS, NY

Ric Royer

I'm sure a terrible something has occurred at every inhabitable coordinate. 

November 22, 2023 | Fiction

luv letters

tori canning

in the middle of the night i will sit on your leg on a swivel chair, watching your favorite music videos, galvanizing our similarities. we transport ourselves into the future.

November 20, 2023 | Fiction


Maeve Barry

The first time I met Nate he asked if I masturbate.

November 15, 2023 | Fiction

The Dead Things Club

Michael Robert Liska

I borrowed my mother’s car and went to the mall a lot and stole things, which I then threw into the dumpster outside. One time I drank an entire bottle of Nyquil and almost died, but nobody noticed.

November 10, 2023 | Fiction


Z.H. Gill

For two years I worked in the office of a famous Christian singer as he approached the end of his life.

November 8, 2023 | Fiction

Screed Master

Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon

I didn’t like him at first. Seemed like a motherfucker. Girls-dripping-off-him-type, but rough. Scared me & pissed me off, how he looked me up & down. That force, that asshole face, eyes like daggers daring me to see what would happen if I didn’t.

November 6, 2023 | Fiction

Went to Bookshop

Peppy Ooze

Then I read Journey’s first page.

October 27, 2023 | Fiction

The Equinox

Läilä Örken

Storm clouds dangle from the sky, the colour and consistency of wet cotton. Way back in the nineties, when long plastic sausages of cotton discs were a luxury that only the cornucopian West could

October 25, 2023 | Fiction

Incontrovertible Proof that You Are an Asshole

Michael Schoch

I would talk to the doll, then it would talk back to me, reflecting me to myself. And then I’d adjust my behavior accordingly. And, eventually, become a better, less annoying person. It’s kind of genius in a way?

October 24, 2023 | Fiction


Bud Jennings

Under a contrived knit brow, his eyes aimlessly drifted among a thicket of words, until they happened to stop on depling, noun, German to Middle English, a child born to older parents, and thus he found a new label for himself, more succinct than his mother’s change-of-life baby and less piercing than faggot, which Joey Novakis and his friends would blurt as they passed him in the school hallways.

October 20, 2023 | Fiction

Self-Love is an Act of War

Toby McCasker

A furious hellhound runs at her. Katja kicks this final test away. Lashes a heel into the beast’s sternum. And she feels nothing. Numbed somehow inside her phalanx of a thousand suns. Only rags and ragged breathing, one of her eyes damaged red to melting: She feels nothing.

October 17, 2023 | Fiction

The Director’s Girlfriend

Callie Zucker

You were familiar with this posture, of a girl waiting for someone to notice her not notice them.

October 16, 2023 | Fiction

Anatomy of a Ruined Wingspan

John Madera

There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

After Women

Chloe Caldwell

I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say,  So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’

October 4, 2023 | Fiction


 Kristin Sanders

Ethan had saved $100,000 for his trip. I had $8,000.

September 29, 2023 | Fiction


Daisy Alioto

Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

September 28, 2023 | Fiction


Camille Sauers

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

The Branzino

Greta Schledorn

I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

Sitting House

Robert Nazar Arjoyan

Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.

September 19, 2023 | Fiction

Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author

Derek Maine

Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.

September 12, 2023 | Fiction

Evel Knievels

md wheatley

I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud

September 8, 2023 | Fiction

Future Present

Brad Phillips

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

Recent Books

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…


Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed! 

United Auto Worker & other poems

Elizabeth Ellen

an art book, collection of poems and photographs, hardcover