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Sunday, Mar 29th


. Robin Rozanski
It's late, and we still have to make it through one more night together...
Saturday, Mar 28th


. Christine Offutt
The first stick grew from my belly after my third husband died. Not all my husbands died. Just the third one...
Friday, Mar 27th

Last Word

. Jeff Burd
We're standing on the sidewalk outside Shirley's apartment. Jimmy says it'll be the usual. Five minutes in-n-out...
Thursday, Mar 26th


. Katie Ingebretson
The day that Elmo came to visit the Pentagon was the same day that the women from the Office of Human Capital Initiatives put on a fashion show, which also ended up being the day I had an anxiety attack and wore my government-issued gas mask for the first time...
Wednesday, Mar 25th

The Poinsettia

. L. Lambert Lawson
I won my almost-husband in a game of poker...
Tuesday, Mar 24th


. Chris Cascio
We had just gone on first break when Gerald asked me if I thought you should take it seriously if someone you knew said she was going to kill herself...
Monday, Mar 23rd

Planetary Disappointment

. Kristen Seikaly
She couldn't choose between one balloon planet or two. Saturn with its lush rings beckoned to her like a siren in the sea, but she pitied Uranus a bit because it wasn't much to look at and had an unfortunate name...
Sunday, Mar 22nd

Fighting with Fire

. Frances Lefkowitz
My father was an east coast Jew who headed west out of desperation and a romantic notion of finding himself by wandering amongst ranchers and riflemen...
Saturday, Mar 21st

You Champion

. Patrick McNeil
Again the game is Run from Rebecca. It's where they chase her around the playground and scream out her name, and run away as soon as she turns on them. Run from Rebecca, they run and they scream...
Friday, Mar 20th

The Gallery Attendant

. Keely O'Shaughnessy
Sometimes, I visit my wife's gallery showing just to listen to her pre-recorded mission statement...
Thursday, Mar 19th

The Butchers

. Katherine Vondy
They were not who Milwaukee's meat-lovers expected to find behind the counter of the new butcher shop...
Wednesday, Mar 18th

All of Us

. Kathy Pham
I heard wearing black to weddings was inauspicious, so that must have been why I was vomiting into the hotel's hydrangea bush while my brother kissed his bride five stories above...
Tuesday, Mar 17th

Left Behind

. Jeanne Wilkinson
Soon I will be left behind. This I know. This I see.
Monday, Mar 16th

The Wasteland

. Rachel Watts
The tree was the only thing Salvador could see before the horizon. It was a relief to the eye in the desert pitted with craters and rocks...
Sunday, Mar 15th

We Could Learn A Lot

. Lori Ann Stephens
Aimee knew that being the executor of her mother's will was a bad idea from the get-go...
Saturday, Mar 14th

Waiting for You in Paris

. Jared Levy
I'm waiting for you in Paris. Waiting in the Champ de Mars, the park next to the Eiffel Tower. Standing on a patch of grass, wearing a tuxedo, and holding flowers...
Friday, Mar 13th

Your Pal, Carol

. Victoria Shannon
Hey Margie, I sent a check to St. Cecilia's yesterday. I thought you should know. I don't have your email or anything, so I hope you and your lawyer husband still live in that same McMansion where you had the reception for the reunion.
Thursday, Mar 12th


. Audra Kerr Brown
There are no practice rooms in the old band building, so they use Mr. Hammond's office for private lessons, the walls cushioned with foam to dampen the noise...
Wednesday, Mar 11th

Sangre por Sangre

. David A. Estringel
There is nothing like the smell of Santeria. It is a distinct smell that jolts me into my body the second I find myself enveloped in it: one that suggests cleanliness—in every respect—but with a little magic mixed in...
Tuesday, Mar 10th


. Elizabeth Ferry
I need a creature in my life, so today I went to the pet store. There were puppies (too jumpy) and cats (too aloof) and guinea pigs (too smelly). There was a red-tailed boa, and she was it...
Monday, Mar 9th


. Rosalind Goldsmith
They were on a dirt road travelling south. Rick was driving fast, and the RV kicked up whole atmospheres of dust behind them...
Sunday, Mar 8th

Dear Boy

. John T. Biggs
I'm remembering this: grownups do not like Dear Boy...
Saturday, Mar 7th

Comprehending Kings

. Lee Matthew Goldberg
"King," my son calls out to me. We are on an old Greyhound bus that rocks back and forth through America like an unsteady amusement park ride...
Friday, Mar 6th

Speaking of the Weather

. Meredith Lindgren
At this point it was very hot. On the way out the stretcher popped one of the balloons. If it hadn't been startling no one would have noticed. Under the circumstances no one cared...
Thursday, Mar 5th

Dreaming of the Netherlands

. Jennifer Companik
I noticed her heel-click-hip-twist hourglass silhouette as we walked toward bright light at the end of a long corridor between Terminal B and Terminal C...
Wednesday, Mar 4th

Our Sky, the Ocean

. Jen Knox
We were waiting for rain the day my sister stopped talking...
Tuesday, Mar 3rd

The Gaffe

. Mehdi M. Kashani
The film was about making a drama, which was about making a thriller, which was about making a comedy about the making of a horror flick...
Monday, Mar 2nd

Catch the Tiger

. Kieron Walquist
You tear away your human suit. To free the animal. So it will breathe, and breed...
Sunday, Mar 1st

Urban Terroir

. Simone Martel
With Karli's savings (evaporating like water on hot concrete), we're renting an empty lot jammed between a barbecue place and a mechanic's yard on a hardscrabble block of West Oakland...
Saturday, Feb 29th


. Michael Fontana
The headache never faded. First dip to the knee and a hammer struck anvil behind my eyes...
Friday, Feb 28th


. MFC Feeley
Two-year-old Lulu tottered on the end of the diving board, her red tutu quivering as she backed away from the brown and gold rattlesnake...
Thursday, Feb 27th

For Rent

. Joe Baumann
The artist living in Valerie's ribcage would like to know if she could please try to tone it down with the rough sex...
Wednesday, Feb 26th

The Center Won't Hold

. Melissa Goodnight
Their hair was smoking. That's what the kid said. Our eager faces crowded around him, marijuana hovered just above the bleachers...
Tuesday, Feb 25th

Without a Big One

. JP Infante
You've thought about jumping...
Monday, Feb 24th

The Sackman Street Boys

. Perle Besserman
I got into the Sackman Street Boys gang by a fluke, thanks to Deanna Miller, who found a rusty razor blade in the courtyard of our building and tested it out on the fleshy part of my arm...
Sunday, Feb 23rd

A Murder of Crows

. Vivian McInerny
I was in the backyard filling one of the bird feeders with my daughter when our new neighbor knocked on our fence...
Saturday, Feb 22nd


. Erik Wennermark
When I found out I was sick I was happy. I mean, I was depressed for a couple of weeks, but then I started to look on the bright side...
Friday, Feb 21st

I Am a Conservationist

. Charlie J. Stephens
Georgie is twelve and doesn't give a...
Thursday, Feb 20th


. Jamie Brown
This is a work of fiction. This is not a work of fiction...
Wednesday, Feb 19th

Going Home

. Ioanna Carlsen
At the airport I have to make a phone call for someone to pick me up because my mother is at the hospital with my father, who has had a stroke...
Tuesday, Feb 18th

Macular Degeneration

. Robin Vigfusson
When I told Daniel the lime margarita tasted like a menthol cigarette, he asked me what that even meant. "Astringent. Sharp. Antiseptic." ...
Monday, Feb 17th


. Andrea Dreiling
In a split second they become so obvious, the two things that I realize. The first is that I'm pregnant, the second is that I don't know how it happened...
Friday, Feb 14th

People Are Just Dying to Meet You

. David Samuel Levinson
Marty Kepler sat hunched over the table all afternoon. Like the rest of the furniture in his temporary home, the table was cheap, its chairs mismatched. He wondered what Fritjof would have made of it all, of him, working on one of his "sad little stories" in the dining room of the famous writer's childhood home...
Thursday, Feb 13th

A Girl Cooks

. María Alejandra Barrios Vélez
I wanted to cook something simple and not necessarily typical of Colombian cuisine for the occasion: maybe pasta pomodoro or beef with asparagus. As soon as I heard my dad was being released from prison, I bought a ticket to Colombia and rented an apartment so we could spend some time together...
Wednesday, Feb 12th


. Sandi Sonnenfeld
"It wasn't the mall," I hear Jessica say. "He left her at a Safeway. Tied up in the trunk of her car." ...
Tuesday, Feb 11th

The Chinese General

. Peter Justin Newall
The first couple of days back on land after a voyage were always difficult for Viktor Krysanov. He had never suffered from seasickness, even when he was a student at the Marine Academy...
Monday, Feb 10th

No City for Young Bloods

. Chidiebube onye Okohia
Brown. Everything brown. Brown is the weight and hue of this city...
Friday, Feb 7th

A Stick and a Stone

. Nathan Alling Long
When I saw him standing six-foot-six in the sun-light glare of the Texarkana Greyhound station, I thought, That must be how other people see me, so tall...
Thursday, Feb 6th

Leda and Other Birds

. Stanley Delgado
There are many things I do like. The way the light passes through our blinds in the summer in perfect slits. The way the light, like today, in the winter, pours through the folds of our heavy drapes...
Wednesday, Feb 5th

Why We're Swimming with the Fishes

. Catherine Elcik
Because you've made me watch The Godfather eighteen times but won't watch Gone with the Wind with me...
Tuesday, Feb 4th


. Erin Jamieson
Lola, I called her. Her skin milky blue, her tiny fist curled around my hands. They let me hold her for a minute, let me bury my head into her yeasty body, still warm...
Monday, Feb 3rd

Today's Title

. Molly Horan
It was easier to get from one side of the day to the other, Erin had decided, if you gave it a colon, or specifically, something after the colon...

Morse Code for Romantics

. Anne Baldo
We were dressed to match the décor, pink peonies floating in glass bowls of water and gold glitter...

Stiff As Boards

. S.B. Borgersen
The line of wash crackles in the freezing salt wind. "Stiff as boards," Ma says as she unpins the ice-encrusted flannel shirts, letting them fall like planks of cedar into the old tin bath she uses as a laundry basket...

Belly Breathing

. Bob Thurber
August and miserably hot. Unbearable, sweltering heat. The air's too thick to breathe, never mind prance around in a ratty wig and face paint...

The Sacrifice

. Eliza Master
His sister traced the first words of the Quran with her soft fingertip. The boy held the book while she held Manel, rocking the infant in her small arms...

Some Objects May Appear Larger

. Devin Thomas O'Shea
As boys, Charlie Coughlin and Mike Benton knelt beside parked c­ars on the neighborhood's street curbs to twist small caps, no bigger than a pinky finger, off of tire valves and pocket them...


. Larry Brown
Roots probes a husband's jealousy.

Tickling Stalin

. Michael Aliprandini
Kidnapping the old woman taught me far more than the respectable methods of Maximilian Delphinius Berlitz ever could. Kidnapping her goat was a boon I couldn't have foreseen...

The Return of the Wolves

. Edward Lodi
Winter came late to Deep Meadow Bog the year Mr. Barnes took sick. December never really happened...


. George L. Hickman
I know that they will appreciate seeing the hydrangeas in the window before they step through the door. I trim their stems over the kitchen sink and fluff their leaves out of the top of the vase...

Dear Robert James Waller

. Ellen Wade Beals
I loved your book, so romantic and tender. Bittersweet, I think that's the right word. It's plain as day you know desire...

And So The Stairs Went Up

. Abigail Pearson
I had to walk away. The stairs would only ever go up and up and up...

Dogs, Stick People, Deer

. M. Shayne Bell
It began snowing in the night. By morning twenty-eight inches had fallen, and it still snowed...

He Cannot Hear Green

. Sally Ryhanen
His decline is gradual, but a mother knows. Giant teddy bear hugs become limp, and the child turns his head, leaving a parent's kiss floundering fishlike in the air...

The shadows we make

. Evan James Sheldon
A girl finds the ghosts of jellyfish on a street corner.