Fiction

Sanctuary

J. Vera Lee -

Years after our divorce, my dreams, during an on and off again tryst with a man named Otto, feature X: both of us cleaning...

There Are No Hills On the Cape

Duncan Birmingham -

Lilly dipped a rice cracker into the specialty market hummus her mother had laid out on the kitchen island and wondered how much her...

We Cannot Yet Call It Failure

Mesha Maren -

I dream of dog death. Every night for weeks sometimes. It comes in spells, dog dreams and then nothing. Back when I was a...

A Fun Mix of Garments for All Occasions

Rachel Hoiles Farrell -

When Cher saw the girl on the drive home that evening, she pulled to the shoulder and offered her a ride, even though the...

Reaching for a Signal

Caleb Michael Sarvis -

Lee asks me what I think of a painting, if it captures the sense of ceremony we’re looking for, but all I want to...

Cosabella Blues

Lauren Lauterhahn -

He left earlier that morning to meet his college roommate from Berkeley for breakfast, something he did the first Saturday every month. After breakfast...

2007

Eddy Boudel Tan -

It started with a tragic old shirt. We’d spent the afternoon unearthing boxes from the depths of our closets, and now once-forgotten artifacts were...

Lady Leopard

Drew Calvert -

Jesse Munns was trying to tell his wife about the vault. It was June 1995, and he had just returned home from the Texas...

Parabiosis

Tess Gunty -

“I can’t hear you,” says Irene. “Speak up.” “Do you want me to separate the fiction from the nonfiction?” repeats Nora, her assistant. “What?” Irene has remarkably...

Bad Daddy

Rickey Fayne -

It’s 9 a.m. on Saturday morning and Grandmama is waking me up. She’s telling me that my daddies are hungry. She’s telling me that...