Tag: Fiction

  • Flavor Town USA Fiction: “Cake Every Day” by Mike Lewis-Beck

    Flavor Town USA Fiction: “Cake Every Day” by Mike Lewis-Beck

    Liam finds himself at a crossroads. His wife, Carla, has exiled him from their comfortable Iowa home, and he’s seeking solace in Oregon—Portland, to be exact, where he, a fifty-year-old Professor of Poetry, has secured a lowly visiting appointment at a local college. While that is a crossroads for him, it is not the crossroad. That crucial…

  • Regard novel excerpt by Pablo D’Stair

    Regard novel excerpt by Pablo D’Stair

    IT WAS UNTIL A POINT she was uncertain of she had kept a list of the topics on which they had walked at night (coming usually to rest under the several trees upon the bit of hill near the roadside) lost in discussion of. This list she now found she knew was not a complete…

  • “Bear Control”: A Short Story by Jennifer Lynn Christie for Bad Survivalist

    “Bear Control”: A Short Story by Jennifer Lynn Christie for Bad Survivalist

    Part I: The Beginning When I was small, I had dreams of the zoo. Putting mammoth-sized kibble in a bowl for the elephants, communicating with gorillas by hand, making sure the seal got her little fish. The painful, but necessary vaccine, the shot that might put a suffering tiger out of an agony that, even in…

  • “Owls in the Palms : The Uninspired Apartment : Notes from a Lost Decade (1)”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Reagan Wiles

    “Owls in the Palms : The Uninspired Apartment : Notes from a Lost Decade (1)”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Reagan Wiles

    The police left my iPod behind on the hillside in front of Red Lobster with my red leather journal, seven dollars and the Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath, which I had bought only hours before; they put me in the squad car without incident. I did not resist. In fact, I was so cooperative that I…

  • “I’m Resistant to Form, in Life and in Art”: An Interview with Loie Rawding by Laura Eppinger

    “I’m Resistant to Form, in Life and in Art”: An Interview with Loie Rawding by Laura Eppinger

    Loie Rawding grew up on the coast of Maine. Her personal work exists as hybrid monster, a cocktail of prose and poetry that focuses on her lived experience and the subconscious or fantasy spaces in which she feels protected and strong. As an artist, Loie combines paint, photography, wax, fabric, and found objects to create…

  • Three Flash Fictions by Stephanie Yu

    Three Flash Fictions by Stephanie Yu

    Polling Error They came in with guns and tactical vests and smoke bombs. Shouting about Valhalla or uhuru or liftoach pandemonium. It became too hard to make out the words above the shelling and spray. It was morning and the weather had just turned. That first cold snap hung the air but the sun still…

  • “Bad Trip”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Melody Sinclair

    “Bad Trip”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Melody Sinclair

    Merlin Klotz sweated through his T-shirt with giant lettering that read, “OK BOOMER.” He questioned why he wore it in the first place. He was on a shuttle bus, leaving from his hotel in route to a drug retreat full of hippies, as the brochure he found in his mother’s apartment described. The retreat was…

  • “.SUMMONS.”: kill Christian novel excerpt & audio by Pablo D’Stair

    “.SUMMONS.”: kill Christian novel excerpt & audio by Pablo D’Stair

    … kill Christian finds itself the happy owner of several (perhaps meaningless, but nevertheless) distinctions in my career, so-called. Perhaps most interesting (to me, anyway) is that it is the first and only time I had gone more-than-a-year between writing novels and is also the only book to have a gap of more-than-a-year after its…

  • Madeline Vosch: “The Place Between Tongue and Teeth,” a Haunted Passages short story

    Madeline Vosch: “The Place Between Tongue and Teeth,” a Haunted Passages short story

    At night it fills my mouth, this unnamable, unmournable ghost. I don’t know who it is, but on calm nights it tastes like smoke and cedar. On days when the wind sweeps in, hard and angry from the north, it tastes like ocean salt. It pushes against the corners of my gums, pressing down on…