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SHORT, SMART, FUN, BAFFLING: An Interview with Brian Allen Carr

December 1, 2023

It’s infuriating to watch my peer group become less intelligent and more certain as time winds on. It’s supposed to go the other way. The more reality you experience, the less certain you should be.

MY FRIEND LOUISE… by Susannah Felts

November 29, 2023

Amber beads, electric blue billowing, jasmine. Here comes Louise, here she comes, into the kitchen.

XRAY SPECS: Chafed Elbows (1966)

November 24, 2023

Isn’t that what every artist wants? To do the thing in the way they want to do it and have everyone they care about want that for them, too?

ELAINE by LJ Pemberton

November 22, 2023

The more of Elaine he had had, the less it felt like she belonged to him at all. Besides, he said, I have learned that even possession is a kind of disappointment.

LIFE AND ALL OF ITS VIOLENCE: An Interview with Alex Kazemi

November 17, 2023

A shocked reaction to this work really just makes my point about why I wrote this novel. It’s all so obvious, and I’m bored to death.

FARM HANDS by Mark Abdon

November 15, 2023

The rocking horse was hideous, though. It was the eyes. Wide open and vacant, set too high on that giant head. The foot-pegs had snapped off on Black Friday.

HIS FATE AS AN ARTIST: A Review of Uzodinma Okehi’s HOUSE OF HUNGER

November 10, 2023

I find that autofiction writers tend to have great senses of humor, because without one they’d be too horrified to tell the truth.

DOCTOR’S VISIT by Paula Gil-Ordoñez Gomez

November 8, 2023

While we wait for the fruits of deliberation, my mother asks me to get personal. I tell her I’ve been nightmaring about getting kidnapped and beating the captor up.

THAT IDEAL READER IS ME: An Interview with Andrew Weatherhead

November 3, 2023

You wouldn’t go back in time, but you would stay forever in the present moment. At least that’s how the dream went.

POWER OUTAGE by Zsófia Czakó; translated by Marietta Morry and Walter Burgess

November 1, 2023

She looked at that tree as if it were a murderer, and with hate in her eyes told me that in her dreams every night she sneaks over with an axe and chops it down with two strokes.