October 6, 2017 | Interview
Bryan Furuness Interviews Michael Poore
Bryan Furuness
Introductions are stupid. Mostly they get in the way. Probably you have skipped ahead to read the actual interview. That's what I would have done by now. If you're still here, this is what you need
October 5, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Perry Janes
You halt the flow of traffic in a crosswalk to retrieve a fallen penny, / cheer your good fortune, and whisper: landmine.
October 3, 2017 | Nonfiction
Hockey in movies that aren't about hockey
Joe Sacksteder
Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller)
It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at Harvard named after his family is a hockey bruiser while the baker’s daughter not good enough to marry
Immortals
Tammy Mercure
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
(2014-present) Time in New
Hinterland Transmissions: Coming to America
Steve Anwyll
Sitting in the Montreal bus terminal I make a decision. To eat the last of my weed candies.
The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport
Grayson Elorreaga
One summer morning, Lyle Condy was cycling down the steep, straight hill of Magdalene Road in the city of Cambridge. His bike had a bell in strict accordance with local ordinances regarding cycling.
Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn
Tyler Koshakow
1.
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
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
Under
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.