January 3, 2019 | Nonfiction
References to Alcoholic Drinking in My Grandfather’s WWII Diary
Elizabeth Ellen
June 1, 1944 – Squadron party. Real whiskey, but didn’t get too hi – just happy. Met a W.A.F. (Women Air Force) & we talked English history.
January 3, 2019 | Fiction
The Delivery
Erik Raschke
Ivan told me that the minute you step off the plane in America they hand you money. I keep waiting for someone to hand me money. No one has handed me money.
Jeff Buckley
Darby Cashed
I’m at Guitar Center to buy a Fender. I run through the metal heads doing their best Guitar Hero impressions to the only white Telecaster hanging on the wall.
An Interview With Eva Hagberg Fisher
Haley Sherif
Eva Hagberg Fisher's forthcoming book (out next week) How To Be Loved figuratively fell in my lap. I was at coffee with a friend, saying I needed a new book to read, but I needed that book to be about recovery because I just needed to be heard and understood, and lo and behold, my inbox pinged.
In the Kingdom of Heaven and Mom Blogs
Hanna Brooks Olsen
A Godly woman has to make a living, after all.
Happy New Year
Emily Alexander
I tried to look / like I was looking for someone above...
No One Asks the Harpy
Erin Lynch
My friend told me, it’s just about you needing control. I did not respond when she said this. Considering nothing is just about anything.
Sharp Cheddar with Dijon on Rye
Christina Craigo
He watched the door, and saw that it wanted to open.
Arts and Crafts
Rachel Tramonte
Today I bought blue yarn and brand-new silver nails...
Climate and Human Activity: An Excerpt
Kayla Blatchley
She had grown up and now lived in a cold climate that encouraged looking down.
Today on Dagobah, Ep. 1: "The Landing"
Josh Sippie
Yoda sat atop the wreckage of his escape pod, still creaking from skidding into the murky swamp hours prior
In the Big, Big House
Hank Stephenson
Please God forgive me. Please God forgive me.
Ant Lifeboat
Annie Woods
The day my brother died, my mom ran naked in the street.
Miami
Zoe Contros Kearl
You’re in Miami and you're driving under the banyans and the palms and you're heading away from the tennis courts by the water and you're looking at the sky above the parkway and you're heading home and sometimes it feels like you'll always be in Miami.
After We Left
Michael Cuglietta
The guy at the hardware store convinced me to buy a bag of concrete mix.
Hard To Know
Sophie McCreesh
I remember playing some songs at four in the morning and asking if you liked them. What the songs sounded like doesn’t matter now. I only knew a little about songs back then but I know a bit more
Hinterland Transmissions: Tackling Homelessness
Steve Anwyll
The bum drags himself off the floor. Then comes on nice. Real buddy buddy shit.
Excerpt from The Old Colonialists
Sam Michel
A few of the Greater Mosquitoes jogged by with their boards across the flats, all chest and teeth and bleach-brown hair and headed joyous to the break. They ran full on down the slope, stepped high
Risk Mitigation at the Dawn of My Conceivable Extinction
Paulette Perhach
While the atmosphere pumps steroids into hurricanes, let me feel the Ecuadorian sun on my face.
Through the Wall
Harris Lahti
It’s weird at first. The tenants through the wall. Inhabiting what used to be one-half of their home. The clanging pots and toilet flushes, heavy footsteps. The second truck in the driveway beside
That Night
Annette Covrigaru
“Hide the Tzahal patch,” he warned before seeing me off.