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

Story: Daniel Leach

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Monday You park, kill the engine, and stare at the brick façade, your hands stuck at ten and two, the car quiet as a tomb. It is time to go inside, and yet, you sit and stare, refusing to unfasten the seatbelt that is leaving a savagely deep wrinkle in your new shirt, refusing even … Continue reading

Story: Sharon Gosling

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Shibboleth The cherry blossom was out in full, fat pink-and-white candyfloss blooms that swung above their heads, too high to reach. It was a Tuesday evening, after bible study: the adults were inside, sharing tea and cake. The children, still in their meeting clothes, had been let outside to play. Ruth held a stick and … Continue reading

Story: Rebeka Singer

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About An Iguana Dad went on a road trip. Said he was headed south, destination Florida, so he could lie on the beach and just relax. He had been retired, (as he liked to put it), but just plain unemployed, for nearly ten years. He spent his days smoking pot, gambling at the casino, and … Continue reading

Excerpt: Michelle Bailat-Jones

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From Fog Island Mountains The day ticks along, morning has passed on into afternoon, and now we are moving closer to evening and somewhere out over the ocean the winds have started pressing the storm toward us, we can feel it if we pay attention, a thickening in the air, a smell of heavy rain, … Continue reading

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