Fresh Noodles
We met at the Family Forever Noodle House in Riverhead in 1983. Does the name ring a bell? Despite the suburban setting, in those days it was not actually a place for families, nor was it...
View ArticlePlausible Deniability
He asked me if I made it home okay in such a caring, fatherly tone I got turned on. We met in a writing workshop. He critiqued one of my stories by saying, “You’re very good at individuating based...
View ArticleAn Interview with Mary South
Mary South’s You Will Never Be Forgotten is an excellent collection of high concept short stories, usually having something to do with the intersection of technology and being human—energetic...
View ArticleA conversation between Thomas Moore and Mark Gluth about their new novels...
Mark Gluth <markegluth@gmail.com> Jul 4, 2020, 1:10 PM to Thomas Hey Man, I thought I’d kick off our conversation if you are ok with that. When I think about Alone I think it is a very self...
View ArticleAll The Americas: an Interview with Kristen Millares Young
I first met Kristen Millares Young at the venerable Hugo House, a central hub of literary life in Seattle, WA where she was Prose Writer-in-Residence from 2018-2020. I’d driven up from Portland to...
View ArticleTwo Short Stories
A Voyeur Mr. Adams was our seventh-grade woodshop teacher. He lived on the hill with his wife and two kids. He had a false eye and once showed us a video of himself riding a homemade hovercraft on...
View ArticleReal Big
Trey and I were walking to the liquor store to buy potatoes, three for a dollar, and a guy at the body shop yelled ‘Looking sexy, girl’ out of his greasy car window and Trey told him to fuck off and...
View ArticleAn Interview with Michael Bible
A few weeks ago, it was Michael Bible’s birthday. His girlfriend Kelsey got him a landline: red and corded, like the one from Dr. Strangelove. We conducted this interview over that secret line,...
View ArticleI Want to Kiss My Neighbor
I want to kiss my neighbor. He is a bald, lanky old man who lives directly next door to me. He lives very alone, except for his tiny dog named Princess. Sometimes I hear screaming outside my window,...
View ArticleWebs
A hot woman followed me on Twitter, but it seemed suspect. I clicked her profile. She was a barista in LA who wrote screenplays. Attractive. Funny. Definitely not real. My friend Jenn texted me to...
View ArticleLife is a Death Sentence: Jon Lindsey and Lindsay Lerman in Conversation
Back in October of 2020, Brian Alan Ellis sent me Body High, Jon Lindsey’s first novel. Brian was excited for his press (House of Vlad) to publish it, and I was excited to read it. The cover is...
View ArticleAndre Dubus III
I have never read Andre Dubus III, but I did once sit next to him on a bench on Remsen Street in Brooklyn. Understand that I have nothing against Andre Dubus III, nor am I uninterested in Andre...
View Article“Bathroom Footage from Michael Bloomberg’s Limestone Mansion” and other...
[Below is an excerpt from Brooks Sterritt’s new novel The History of America in My Lifetime. Get your copy here!] The first powder they provided for our enjoyment sharpened something inside me,...
View ArticleIt’s a Me
I usually think people hate me which is why when Mario hadn’t texted me since I’d rejected his poem, I thought he hated me. But it turned out he didn’t hate me, he’d just killed himself. Not to...
View ArticleWhere Am I
I was doing the thing where my mom was on the phone with me so I was walking laps around the neighborhood. I get pretty sick of being in my apartment. And I need the exercise. I hadn’t been home in...
View ArticleThe Inelations of the Everyday: an Interview with Garielle Lutz
It’s hard to say when I read Garielle Lutz’s work for the first time. I know that a professor suggested Stories in the Worst Way. But I think I already had purchased Divorcer by that time, though I...
View ArticleAn excerpt from Adam Soldofsky’s forthcoming novella Telepaphone
Below is an excerpt from Adam Soldofsky’s forthcoming novella, Telepaphone, which includes illustrations by Axel Wilhite. Preorder your copy here. Before we were friends I used to watch him,...
View ArticleTandem
Honk if God exists but we don’t. He eyed the wooden blocks, once painted red, now wood-colored again, returned to their natural state by several childhoods’ worth of wear. They are going for...
View ArticleCheerleader
My brother Eddie called me the next morning to report his head hurt and his wallet was nowhere to be found. He already pinged the hotel but they didn’t have the wallet, or at least claimed they...
View ArticleThe Last Short Story
translated from the Norwegian by May-Brit Akerholt Dear editor, I know you’re waiting for my last short story but, unfortunately, I have to disappoint you. It’s taken me more than five years to...
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