The Evergreen

By Tara Ramsey
Hannah's motorcycle fishtails on wet pavement before she goes down. This is it.


By Levi Andrew Noe
I tried to teach you how to shoot a spitwad. How to find the right shooter, just the right diameter.

Deep Blue

By Patricia O'Donnell
A farmer in Iowa continued farming well into his 80s. He drove his air-conditioned tractor ten hours a day, even when there was nothing to till, nothing to plow, nothing to disc or harrow or plant.

Photo Story: Cutting Lines

By Kathryn Pallant
It was her father’s favorite station: polished marble, vaulted ceiling, windows straight from a mansion house. Just like the best library he ever went to, but never had time for until the end.

The Life & Times of Minor Characters

By Gretchen Tessmer
Mary Ann had a thrilling day planned—wash basin full of dirty dishes, assorted soap-making and two dozen rabbit-sized waistcoats to iron out.


By Amy Lafferty
In summertime we look for things buried in the clay. Our parents call us, but we lose their voices by digging deeper.

Lilly (My One and Only)

By Kaj Tanaka
—sunset like the head of that grotesque peeping tom you told me about the night I understood we would never belong together...

Photo Story: This is Where We Are, Now

By Colin Lubner
Years after our planes stopped marking white x’s and asterisks across our blue sky (well, years after our sky stopped being blue at all) and years after our graves stopped staying graves ...

My Daughter’s Hands

By TJ Wood
They once drew from four strings Elgar’s Cello Concerto in E minor. Her arms danced about mahogany stained pine as partners, pulling to and fro.

Under The Shells

By Kayleigh Shoen
After the bomb scare, the high school snapped transparent knapsacks to students’ backs like inside-out turtle shells.

Photo Story: The Locker

By Hoffi Munt
We rent locker space the way our parents rent houses. They are our sliver of space in this public world; a place to store, to fill, to hide.


By Alek Barkats
When I walk into the office an exotic bird’s at my desk, typing away. It lifts its talons off the keys, turns its green head. Coffee in the pot!


By Jacqueline Doyle
He made his move in the planetarium. She’d been gazing up at the outlines of Cassiopeia in the night sky, squinting to see a queen on a throne.

The White Album

By Lee Romer Kaplan
9,000 miles from their Galilean childhood, Amir drove North bearing gifts: white hydrangea from his seaside garden, and his version of the girl she’d been.

Your Wait Time Will Be a Figure Eight

By Todd Mercer
Should you die while stuck on Hold, your confused spirit can loop indefinitely within the phone tree. Hold music continues unabated? You’re already in Hell.


By Guinotte Wise
She lives in a stark house on flat prairie. No furniture. Her biplane is parked nearby. I don't think she has a self-preservation gene.

The Main Attraction

By Charles Wilson
The bluebird wore yellow rain-boots and carried a red umbrella. In the old days, you could find him on the roof of the goat-barn dancing a jig and wearing a thimble for a hat.

Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story

By David Joez Villaverde
You could say we tried. Got sober together. He was younger. I let him love me despite better judgement. He moved to Syracuse for me.

Night Jobbed

By D.G. Lott
Can NOT be here tonight! … Stuck teaching fucking irregular verbs! … My girl playing in the final! … And a captain!!

Under the Piano

By Roberta Beary
The piano’s shawl hides me. Mom comes in and turns on the record player. Famous Opera Arias. Her favorite. The love seat’s plastic squishes when she sits down.