Fiction

Sean Bernard -

We don’t have misfires. We don’t have a Michelin star, either, though everyone here in Chicago agrees that we deserve one, that restaurant ratings...

Diana Wagman -

There were bits of dead fairies in Aunt Lila’s phlegm. She coughed up streaks of pink and lavender and pale baby blue. Pieces of bony...

Angelica Zollo -

He was always late to dinner. He slept through Christmas. He was late to his mother’s funeral. He asked if they had taped it because...

Joanna C. Valente -

He asked if he could come on her breasts. They weren’t using a condom and she wasn’t on birth control but K didn’t like using...

Cameron Stewart -

These walls have mice. They're pillaging the plaster and rooming in my boots. I can’t even sleep, so it’s all prescriptionless mercy pills for...

Cedar Bowers -

The husband’s back is taut, turned Margaret’s way. It’s an evening when anything could start it. They both know this. Avoid eyes. The husband...

Kristen Iskandrian -

It glinted—such an unnecessary, poetic word—but it did, glint in the sun as it went over the guardrail and down thirty feet into the drainage...

Bruce Johnson -

When they were young, Michelle and her little brother shared a line in the basement. Their parents got them this line because Michelle insisted,...

Millie Ho -

Inez shaved her head the day after. She didn’t make the connection between her impulse to go bald with what had happened. She simply walked...

Deirdre Coyle -

Another cockroach crawls through my hair. I lift its body, watch its legs wiggle. I hate to kill anything, so I flick him into a...