Story: Katie Martin

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Checking-In My mother and I drove west from Phoenix all night, rolling down the windows so the July desert air could pummel our faces and knot our hair. We played a Liza Minnelli CD and sang so loud that our pinched voices smothered her contralto one. We turned off the radio and listened to the … Continue reading

Story: Desmond Webster

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Game of Life The leadership style of a man is as distinctive as his fingerprint, and my grandfather dealt with absolutes: you did what you said, and said what you did; the sun always rose in the east; and tobacco should be smoked only in a pipe and never rolled in a cigarette. My grandfather … Continue reading

Story: Ellen McGrath Smith

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Varicose Veins Channel-Surfs Before Meeting Her Internet Date I won’t be stood up. I’ve stood up way too much. Toni Brattin’s Beauty Secrets has no cure for vermicular. What if he turns out to be a serial killer? Why can’t my legs be Paris Hilton’s? What of my eyebrows and nosehairs? I tweezed until I … Continue reading

Three Questions: Christopher Linforth

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We featured an excerpt from Christopher Linforth’s debut collection of short stories, When You Find Us We Will Be Gone (Lamar University Press, 2014), last summer. Some of the stories were published in Southern Humanities Review, Gargoyle, Swarm, The MacGuffin, and other magazines. Let’s begin with endings. You have been lauded, and rightfully so, for “the … Continue reading

Three Questions: Kelsie Hahn

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We featured an excerpt from Kelsie Hahn’s Responsibility (winner of the Lit House Press prose contest) last summer. She lives in Houston with her husband, Stephen Cleboski, and various pets. Her fiction has appeared in Barrelhouse, The Southeast Review, Caketrain, NANO Fiction, Matchbook, Everyday Genius, NonBinary Review, and others. She holds an MFA in Fiction from … Continue reading

Story: John E. Keats

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A Part I watched the brunette’s pale breast escape from the vertical pressure of a clinging, turquoise strip. A high sun scalded the concrete and the crowd surrounding my apartment complex’s pool. Most of us were stuck to slimy cushions on slatted, wooden recliners. Children splashed in the water. Adults swam quivering laps. The exposed … Continue reading

Story: Gessy Alvarez

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Morsels Fort Tryon Park. A troop of children swing like acrobats, slide like boulders, climb up the monkey bars and shout from the top, “Look at me!” Mami pushes the stroller. Little sister’s arm dangles from the side. She hiccups the last of her tears. I fly around them. My arms stretched like the wings … Continue reading

Story: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri

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Douchebag David Mr. Drew hates teaching writing workshop tonight, because he has to deal with Douchebag David, or so he calls himself. The mustachioed man who shouts out Big Lebowski lines, and talks about dead mothers and Russia. He wonders, though, whether David’s stories are autobiographical, even though he shouldn’t. It’s a writer’s cardinal sin, … Continue reading

Story: Matthew Vasiliauskas

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Abattoir They found his body yesterday, or was it today, they couldn’t really remember. He had been at the abattoir longer than any of them, and suddenly dropped dead while carrying a headless hog. There was something about the way he maneuvered torsos that seemed almost like an art to them. It was all balletic, … Continue reading

Story: Michael James

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Side Effects The sound of the dishwasher follows her into the room. “The doctor called this morning.”   “Yes or no?”   “Come into the bedroom. There’s no light here. It’s depressing.”  “Sure. Gimme a minute?”   Her nod is a statement. She leaves the room. This will be a serious conversation. And he knows how … Continue reading

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