Fiction

First Women’s Battalion of Death

Matthew Rader -

Catherine’s throat was soft and open to the orange light of the salon. Josie held the back of Catherine’s head in one hand, moving...

The History of Hanging Out

Kevin Mandel -

Once on a bright spring morning in a time much like now but also different there was a young Craigy in a room full...

Purely Coincidental

Ben Stephenson -

Here you are minding your business in your blue fiberglass seat when this totally creepy thing starts happening. You’re checking out the other commuters...

Valentine’s Day

Peter Norman -

1 On Valentine’s Day, he writes a word on an index card. Before leaving for work, he puts it inside a gilded box on Lea’s...

The Actor’s Den

Amy Silverberg -

On Monday nights, Shelly goes with Jack to this bar called St. Mark’s that used to be a dive, but is suddenly and without...

Clarity in Three Colors

Cameron Stewart -

At the speed of sleep I shoot up the bathroom. Another tragedy on a Friday. I’ve unzipped my Gratuity Pouch, the one I put...

Except, Perhaps in Spring

Steve De Jarnatt -

Dag Gilliam wakes in a mildewed hammock on the tarpaper roof of his Culver City vitamin shop, Body Temple. The dawn air has an...

Vermin

Lori Hahnel -

Jurgen Koch has to be the worst cook in the world. So you wonder why he owns a restaurant, and why he cooks in...

Outlaws

Jared Yates Sexton -

Faye and me were really up a creek. The rent was due and collection companies were ringing the phone every couple of minutes. My...

Dumpster

David Whitton -

See, so, the thing I don’t get about human nature is why pay good money for satellite TV when you can get crystal clear...