A Father’s Counsel

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Well, the revolution made Karim fatherless all his life. Now the coup made him lifeless. More

The G. I. Joe Christmas

The G. I. Joe Christmas

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no boy I knew would call G. I. Joe a dollMore

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

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At the final word he looks sad, perhaps recalling his first love (jam), but his observation lingers across the sticky plastic table and your children, at once, come to a realization that all is not right in their world. That their parent is either a liar or, worst, fraudulent.More

Letters from a Dead Planet

Letters from a Dead Planet

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Is it possible to fall for a lime-green flyer thumb-tacked to a wall? Head over heels, the saying goes.More

Barmaley Fountain

Barmaley Fountain

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In his mind, he goes to a place where he holds the hands of his school chums as they laugh and run in a circle, a snapping crocodile at the center of their daisy chain of limbs. His cousin, Elizabeth, just misses losing her black shoe in the snapping jaws and the children laugh. More

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

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I reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smileMore

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

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I am a fool and would prefer to remain one. It beats the alternative. More

MEAGAN LUCAS

MEAGAN LUCAS

BULL Interview by

What am I looking for as an editor? The short answer—something I wish to God I’d written, something that keeps me up at night. The long—on the first page, I want stakes, tension, and a character that I care enough about to keep reading. By the end, I want to feel something, and I want to not be able to stop thinking about it. More

WESTVILLE

WESTVILLE

SOUTH X SOUTH JERSEY by

Haley shielded her eyes from the debris breaking off into space. The sun glinting off Kaitlin’s fuselage. She leaned back and waved her arms. Knocked loose by the shock waves.More

Bicicleteria

Bicicleteria

The Guiri Journals by

Its hours are entirely discretionary, which is not so rare a thing in Spain. A glass of beer costs two euro, wine is three. No dive bar worth its salt has got a bathroom that isn’t always putrescent. Bicicleteria is no exception in this.More

Memoir by way of catalogue

Memoir by way of catalogue

TECHNICOLOR COWBOY by

When I flew home on leave some lady in an airport told me I was lucky we were pretty much done fighting over there. When I got back to Alabama everybody was still shopping and laughing like nothing ever happened. I’d say something about being in the Army and someone would inevitably thank me for my service, but they couldn’t tell me anything about Afghanistan, or the war, or what I was doing there. What the fuck were they thanking me for?More

Among the IV Trees

Among the IV Trees

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Moonie laughed. “You made an appointment to give blood on the day after St. Paddy’s. After taking the day off, telling me we were gonna watch hoops all day. Go fuck yourself, appointment to give blood.”More

Everyone I Know Has a Brother Who Drowned in an Icy Lake Outside Winnipeg

Everyone I Know Has a Brother Who Drowned in an Icy Lake Outside Winnipeg

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When I ask people who haven’t (I’m forced to assume yet) told me about their own brothers whether it seems as though a lot of brothers have been drowning in icy lakes outside of Winnipeg lately, their eyes widen and they say “You know, now that you mention it, it does seem that way.” More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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Every interview amounted to the same thing. They began with a group of teens going to the bluffs to party, soak up the sun, drink, and make out. Until someone stopped talking, their eyes drifting off, looking defeated, and then dashing off the cliff.More

The Brothers Sabatino

The Brothers Sabatino

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The story of a man destined to be damned.More

“The car had been through a reconstructed transmission, a busted carburetor, and was an absolute lush for Valvoline.” – Jordan Farmer, “Brothers”