February 20, 2018 | Fiction
so fast in silence
Timston Johnston
They had taken all the milking cows but left us the wheat fields that fed them. Only Boy handles our cow creamer with two hands, respectfully, as we consider it a new-religion relic. He is too
February 20, 2018 |
Stephen Malkmus
John Thornburg
Stephen Malkmus
Stephen Malkmus
February 13th, 2001
Matador Records
12 songs, 42 Minutes
I ripped this CD onto my half-dead laptop in the dingy radio station studio deep in the
GOODNIGHT, BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by Anna Noyes
Michael Deagler
An interview with Anna Noyes
Fold the Dough Like It’s a Letter
Emma Terhaar
Do you ever make pieces of origami, folding a sheet of paper over and over intentionally? Do you feel silly? Do you question each fold, or trust that the folds will add up to the frog or the bird you were promised?
For The People In The Back
James Figy
Due to a clerical error, 265 students registered for my English 101 course.
Mouth Open Wide
Denise Tolan
First, he ARRIVED – like the swans at Capistrano, or aliens in the desert, or, more likely, a flaming dessert.
“Who is that?” my friend Noelle said, poking me in the ribs; her inflection, a
From, "COMPANY"
Emily Hunt
It isn't natural / for a thin stem with fruits / to sprout up – / they're heavy, / they're supposed to just hang.
An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions
Stephanie Grossman
You don't know it yet, but I gave you bad directions, and now I can't find you. For this, I am truly, truly sorry.
Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone?
Tyler Barton
We’re all going to be late, for everything, and the people we keep waiting will add this to their mental list of evidence that we are not careful or observant or accountable.
Three Poems
Mariel Fechik
I dream myself into a field that is lime green. There is a branch in my lungs, and I can’t love like I used to. This is a ghost story.
I Believe (In None of This)
Al Palmer
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
"I Believe (In None of This)
The Mysterious Ecstasy of Ken Griffey Jr. Presents Major League Baseball for Super Nintendo
Sean Gill
They may even remember that while the game licensed team names, logos, and stadiums, and specifically licensed Ken Griffey Jr.'s name, statistics, and likeness—they did not license the names of Major League Baseball's other 699 players.
Devils Tower
Elizabeth Ellen
When I stay over at Amelia’s there is a poster of Devils Tower over her bed and we trace the volcanic neck with our fingertips instead of sleeping. I give Amelia a Xanax and floss between each of her teeth.
But I Was Talking About Lightning: An Interview with Chelsey Clammer
Jac Jemc
For instance, I had the line “But I was talking about lightning” in my head for the first line of an essay, but I had no idea what that essay was about. So I started to write about lightning and do some Wikipedia-ing, and eventually the idea of looking at trauma and human relationships through the metaphor of lightning started to emerge. From there, I just followed my brain around as the essay started to form.
Forever Ago
Bud Smith
Radio Tower, 4yrs old
The radio tower had big cones on top. We were in the car and I said to mom, “What are those?” She didn't know so she said, “Oh, that's where Mickey Mouse lives.” I was
Jupiter
Leah Bond
Cave In
Album: Jupiter
Released: August 8, 2000
Hydra Head
Length: 44:10
My friend Beth was blamed for everything I ever did wrong. In my grandmother's eyes, it was all her fault.
This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway
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texas was underwater, florida had been evacuated, and the eagle creek blaze—started by fireworks in September of the hottest Summer on record—filled the skies for hundreds of miles with the forest’s ashes.
SWEET BEGONIAS
Anne K. Yoder
A sister in place of a father wasn’t an exchange. I’d had twelve years with a father and none with a sister, and I’d preferred it that way.
Foe in the Kitchen
Gina Zucker
I protested with my body, such as it was. I felt the need to explain. “I’m staging a protest.” I fluttered hard. The foe smelled of gas.
Three Poems
Christine Stroud
The Gemini
It would be a lie to say I always went to bed with one brother
and woke up with another—that at night he placed pomegranate
seeds on my belly, making constellations on my
Three Poems
Nathan Wade Carter
I sip red wine and weed / and deface anything that looks like me
Hinterland Transmissions: No Day At The Beach
Steve Anwyll
Had a little accident last night Stevie, my boss yells. Tote fell over in the back of a truck. Someone's gotta clean up all that fish. I turn my head from him. Stare off out passed the end of the harbour. Where the horizon and Lake Eerie meet. Dissolve into one another. The breeze in my hair. Thinking why me?




