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Theodore McDermott -

In Indiana, the itinerant portraitist wears a sweater and smokes a cigarillo. Richard Hawkmeat is his name. From fourteen up until the age of...

Tim Conley -

During their last meal Louis had said that he would call her at the end of the week. Exact words: at the end of...

Rachel Knudsen -

The seagull hovered for a moment, then landed on the hood of David’s car. “Look at that thing,” David said. “It’s going to shit...

Andrew Hood -

I don’t think I want to be the kind of person anymore that brings tears to things unnecessarily. Like, “Belly’s missed us,” I’ll say...

Katherine Karlin -

If you have ever had an obsession you know how it will expand like foam to fill the contours of your day. And...

Nick McArthur -

There were three young men living in the upstairs apartment and all of them belonged in hell. There was an invitation that Mr. Bloomer...

Vanessa Place -

There was no one there when they first walked in. First thing in the morning, but it'd been hot already, thick hot, that heat...

Sina Queyras -

She knew little of poetry, nothing of Sappho, other than a book she had found on a shelf in the used bookstore. Walking as...

Stacey May Fowles -

One In our fifth roadside motel room Alice is standing in front of the mirror examining her face carefully. She is wearing nothing more than...

Catharine Chen -

You lose your job and your favourite relative in the same month, that’s how it starts. Your publishing company shuts down the imprint where...