July 25, 2014 | Fiction
Dating a Somnambulist
Kate Folk
One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest
July 18, 2014 | Fiction
Chinese Tea Party
Elissa Cahn
Spring was flipper-fitting season for young Olympic hopefuls like Jeannie. Although it was only March, Jeannie already had her gill implants; Dr. Rickman, a leading expert in the field of
Leona Never Happened
Julia Evans
Peter first met (well, you know. "Met.") Leona when he was five years old. It would be thirty years before he would spend every austral summer counting penguins on a tiny field station in
LETTER TO L.: UNSENT
Rae Paris
I want to call you and sing the Prince song, discuss the proportions of his tiny frame, imagine his tongue together, stay on the phone for hours like we used to. Those days are gone.
We Walk a Line
Amy Butcher
My roommate lives her life differently. This is what she claims.
Antarctica
A. Werner
Antarctica wants you dead.
The research scientists bundle you up in outside-resistant clothing and put you outside the insulated walls of the research station. Your feet sink into the dry white
Obsolete People
Tovah Burstein
You are obsolete. The cashier in your neighborhood’s grocery store is obsolete. The typesetter—who placed each individual letter for the headlines of the morning paper—is obsolete. Tollbooths barely require someone to stand sentry in the middle of the highway to collect coins anymore and soon enough lasers will replace surgeons in operating rooms as well.
Ten Fingered Ten Toed Two Eyed Blue Eyed Nobody
Mika Taylor
She had different stories for different people.
“Lost it in a hunting accident.”
“Shot off in the war.”
“Born without it.”
“Bandsaw.”
“Woodchipper.”
“Gangrene.”
Each
Television Poems
Sarah Blake
I imagine Temperance Brennan's annual gynecological exam might go something like mine: If you're not finding time to eat, you must not be having a lot of... Are you seeing anyone right now?
Dramatic Photos of a Fire: A Great, Stop-Motion Tragedy
Michael Pagan
How we pretended to be other people for fun: “Hi, what’s your name?” she asked. “Bill,” I said. “Bill, huh? I can think of a lot of words that rhyme with Bill.”
A Bum is the Main Human Vocation: Joe Sacksteder Interviews Sean Kilpatrick
Joe Sacksteder
And here comes this very small girl – this fairly attractive small girl – getting real thug with me suddenly. Suddenly thug. This petite white girl getting suddenly thug. And she physically pushed me saying “Wrong fucking pile!” She was angry about this pile.
Other People Podcast
Sean Kilpatrick
If one person can take from this that it is not about privilege, it is not fiction versus poet, it is none of the internet fashions of complaint and it is not anonymous (even though I am any-goddamn-pleasing-way anonymous with or without my fucking name) ...
The Sacrament
Sean Kilpatrick
My fault for side-stepping the usual male pretense at sensitivity or smug confidence of manipulation. I’ve saved it all for this fucking Lish frottage of a sentence.
GREAT MOMENTS IN CINEMATIC DRINKING: Silkwood
Matt Sailor
It’s a hot day in Oklahoma, and Kurt Russell has been working hard. At what, we’re not entirely sure. There may have been a throwaway line of dialogue about fixing cars or mending fences or digging
The Stink of Horses: Excerpts from The Marina Golovina Controversy by the Ballet Book Series
Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam
“I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.”
-- Anton Chekhov
“When I dance, the stage shakes with my weight.
Time and Resonance: An Interview with Shane Jones
J.A. Tyler
Shane Jones’s Crystal Eaters begins as a countdown. The chapter numbers start at 40 and irregularly drop to zero by the book’s end. The page numbers recede against conventions too, and the
Final Warning
Nora Bonner
Betty crossed her yard and our street and my yard holding a bundle of mail.
This Moment at the Peticolas Brewing Company...
Geoffrey Geoffrey
This Moment at the Peticolas Brewing Company When Chris and I Thought That Becoming Brewers Was the Only Way to Find Meaning in Our Otherwise Meaningless Lives
It looked like it was
Three Stories
Mike Topp
The Light Bulb
Man did not get the idea for the light bulb from those cartoons when someone gets an idea.
Robinson Crusoe
Robinson Crusoe’s last words were not
The Panda Barn
Lyndsey Reese
It’s called The Panda Barn, where you can go and it’ll just be rows and rows of beds