Fiction

Sand Castles

Alyson Foster -

The first morning we arrived in Grand Marie, Jeff and I hiked with the girls along the bluffs to look at the disintegrating houses....

Leo’s Sin

Marisa Coulton -

There are three types of people in the world: (1) knowers (2) not-knowers and (3) knowers who can't stand the not-knowing. Lucy was the...

Andy

Hilary Wallis -

I was lying on a blanket listening to Casey Kasem’s countdown on a portable radio the day Andy rolled up in that blue Astro...

Country Music

Ryan D Matthews -

The garage smelled—mold and a dead mouse, I think. And Geoffrey. He was still going, over by the yellow light bulb, his corduroys sagging...

Keeping Things Alive is Too Much Work

Dina Del Bucchia -

Congratulations to Joyland contributor Dina Del Bucchia, whose first collection of fiction Don’t Tell Me What to Do is out now with Arsenal Pulp Press. In...

Triangle

Yxta Maya Murray -

To: undisclosed recipients From: Tricia Belter, M.A. Re: Triangle Date: April 12, 2016 One day, the artist Sanja Iveković performed a radical act of love. That is, she...

Before Security

Tom Pyun -

“Don’t come in here,” Wynn hollered from behind the stall door of the men’s bathroom at San Francisco International Airport. As he kneeled on...

Inverted

Joey Comeau -

Used to be I woke covered in blood. Chunks of strange men in my bed. I was an animal then. The darkness rode me...

Partnered

Emma Horwitz -

Are you Sappho, I ask the lesbian poet splayed in my sheets. Poetess, she corrects me, I’m still young. At ten, she rolls to...

Translated from the Portuguese by Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren Music Thursday rushed. Thursday traffic, bus, metro, Thursday watches where time moves faster: brief minutes. Contracted hours. Withered happiness...