“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.
“If anything, his body affects a kind of death embrace.” New fiction from Kyle Beachy.
“The spreadsheets folder on Evan Lavender-Smith’s laptop includes two files: 1) creditcarddebt.xls and 2) shortstorysubmissions.xls.” Recursive new short fiction by Evan Lavender-Smith.
“NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO LANGUAGE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE LANGUAGE NO MORE LANGUAGE NO MORE NO MORE”: Formbending new fiction by Meghan Lamb.
“We stopped at a local crafts store, and I bought a jasper pyramid, about two square inches at its base and a menacing, ancient-looking yellow color.” New very short fiction from Philip Dinolfo, inspired by Roberto Bolaño.
“Am I making this up?” New very short fiction by Scott Garson.
“This is real, Roland thought, strangely calm, resigned to whatever it was that was happening.” An excerpt from a novel-in-progress, Leviathan, by David Peak.
“I was manufacturing melancholy. I was trafficking in it. I was afraid of becoming boring. Or I was bored.” New fiction by Elizabeth Ellen.