“The event didn’t seem to matter nearly as much as the vying for narrative, the ritual search for beginning-middle-end.” New fiction by Grant Maierhofer.
“A mongoloid baby is crying on the subway and so now everyone is a hostage.” New short fiction by Robert Lopez.
“After thirteen harmonious episodes, the network adds a prize—$500,000 cash, plus a lifetime supply of Peel-N-Eat—to coax an ending out of us.” New fiction by Scott Fenton.
“I’d only been single a few weeks when I found myself explaining the concept of Attachment Theory to a stripper named Lola in the private booth of a club called The Butt Factory.” New fiction by Kevin Maloney.
“I watch my brother watch the father’s face fill with dirt. When the hole fills to the top my brother lies on his back. Mud spills from the sides of his mouth.” A new short story from Nat Baldwin.
“Can you match your nails to the bruises?” New fiction by Sabra Embury.
“She wondered if she had not expressed enough visibly polite interest in the book available for free download. She had not!” New fiction by Amanda Goldblatt.
“My dad had a moment last week when he and a dog spent some really peaceful time staring into each other’s eyes through the glass of one of the offices near the bathroom that he likes to put his number twos in and, to tell you the truth, until just now when he saw the dog again with their owner and they had a tearful reunion, he hadn’t really been exactly sure that the dog was real (this being the day after he had gotten a little high and then took a long shower and then brushed his hair for what felt like a good portion of the night while taking a virtual reality style tour using only his mind of every apartment he’s ever lived in and then putting on the most comfortable clothes he owns: boxers with the stretched out waistband, one of his grandfather’s old hanes undershirts, his ex-sister-in-law’s sweatpants, socks my grandmother says are Oprah’s favorite, two-sizes-too-big hoodie left by the guy who painted our house, brunch hat, and mesh running shoes, before going to a 10:30pm showing of a movie on a Sunday night with the best friend that let us live in his basement when he hit the reset button on our life; all of this a series of acts in the subtle art of self-care).” New fiction by Chuck Young.
“Mireille Enos was teaching her how to wield a certain gizmo that resembled an amulet and converted bars of bullion into butter. Or maybe it was the other way around…” New fiction by Fortunato Salazar.
“Paper comes from trees come from the earth comes from soil comes from the dead.” New fiction by Tristan Foster.