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February 29, 2024 | Fiction

Matt and Marie get high, get back together

Will Mountain Cox

They all knew the drugs. But they hadn’t seen each other in years. The drugs were doing well. The drugs were doing fine. The drugs were good. The drugs were good to run into again. The drugs were taller, maybe? Or, stronger?

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February 29, 2024 | Poetry

Thamar and Amnon

Wallace Barker

All of the bedroom was suffering / with his eyes full of wings.

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February 28, 2024 | Fiction

Mosul

Paul Thompson

Waitresses circled the room like vultures. Sometimes I dreamt of laying down on the hot sand, my spine fusing to it, nerves sizzling, going blind from the light, my chest cavity ripped open while they pecked around my ribs—the waitresses, I mean—for whatever they could salvage, whatever was still good.

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February 27, 2024 | Nonfiction

I Like the Drugs (And the Drugs Like Me)

Chandler Morrison

I was ten when my mother first took me to a psychiatrist. He put me on Zoloft at her request. My relationship with pharmaceuticals is my longest running one to date. My normal.