September 26, 2017 |
Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn
Tyler Koshakow
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My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a startling way. "Death is just a figure of speech," I told her. Of course, at age
September 22, 2017 | Interview
Hobart Interview! Fangirl Alert! Thank you Roxane! x
Leesa Cross-Smith
Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in Indianapolis and it was the first time I'd met either of them. I remember thinking wow this is one
September 22, 2017 |
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Marvin Shackelford
Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.
Mema's Alaskan Taco Hut
Lauren Dostal
After, we slunk back to Mema’s Alaskan Taco Hut and I crawled into a booth and ordered with two fingers like we were stuck in a Mad Men b-reel. I couldn’t see my hand held up, but from this
death by holograms
Chance Dibben
I am trying to come out to my father / but all he wants to talk about / are the 1985 Chicago Bears
New Mother
Brianna McNish
“I don’t like how her flesh looks,” my daughter tells me. According to Phoebe, this woman has the flesh of a winter peach.
Murmuration
ash adams
Before roosting in the city, starlings dive—
five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the
law of localization. Bound by surroundings. Step into a
crowded elevator and take on
Clown College
Sophia Veltfort
By now Lena was supposed to be the version of herself at whom people looked twice, and whom Alec missed, at home, now that they lived together. But she was still just herself, in stockings and hoodie, her face half-done.
After You Texted
Janet Frishberg
and a vague behind-the-eyes tired from reading about destruction until after midnight
Mail From The Person You Ate
Jennifer Fliss
At first Margaret went around whispering about the rape. The rape? Her rape? Did she own it? Did she have to keep it? Did she share it?
Four Excerpts from Temporal
Troy James Weaver
Don’t know whether I was really desperate for weed or just plain curious about that dude, Duffy, but for whatever reason, I found myself back at his trailer, on the couch, watching TV and smoking his shit.
260 Saturdays
Jody Kennedy
We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.
Leisure
Julie Hrudova
Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.
—Tara Wray, photo editor
Julie Hrudova works and lives in
Just Fireflies
B.J. Best
Molly liked that the Museum of Light was honest. Inside every light is a seed of darkness, one interpretive sign began. It is light’s job to prevent that seed from blooming.
Interview with Matthew Neill Null
Michael Deagler
Southerners think that West Virginia is the north, and northerners think West Virginia is the south.
On Burning
Renée Branum
If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.
Hinterland Transmissions: Carnie Love
Steve Anwyll
It must've been the late nineties. I was collecting welfare at the time. I couldn't have been more then 17. Summer vacation was coming to an end. The high school I attended was close to my
A partial list of mitigating factors in play
Jacqueline Boucher
- you never wanted to be the kind of person who balked when people entered your home without taking off their shoes
The Resurgence of Plain
Michael Kaplan
No one even realized Plain could make such a comeback. Years before, it tapered off in grocery stores. Chips. Donuts. Even Coca-Cola. All were taken over by ranch, chocolate, lime.
Three Poems
John Allen Taylor
Today I kiss her knuckles & we lumber home like mammoths.