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 David Abrams |
"Marital Tip #79" When out of town on a business trip, do not get caught up in the moment. Remain emotionally-neutral whenever possible. For example, it is not advi... |
New Fiction |
 Diana Abu-Jaber |
Author Interview Series: Diana Abu-Jaber Diana Abu-Jaber is most rece... |
Interviews (all) |
 Chantel Acevedo |
"What Happened to Mimi Acosta, the Most Beautiful Girl at Escuela San Benito" (Cuba, 1961) The letter that secured her space on a flight to the United States came sooner than was expected. Mimi got to it first and hid it in her bra for a week before showing it to he... |
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 Brittany Ackerman |
"Just Short of the Words" The land just east of the high school covers 22.4 acres, a slab of earth christened University Commons for its catty corner nature to a major, local college. A string of restaurants and retail shops b... |
Developing a Writing Life |
 Tracey Adams |
Ask an Agent Series: Tracey Adams Tracey Adams ... |
Ask an Agent Series |
 Dena Afrasiabi |
"Summer, Connecticut, 1986" It was the damp we remember best, the sour smell of wet skin, the webs of moisture that crisscrossed the backs of our necks. We remember the mosquitoes, the beads of blood that made bracelets around o... |
Featured Fiction |
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"Summer, Connecticut, 1986" It was the damp we remember best, the sour smell of wet skin, the webs of moisture that crisscrossed the backs of our necks. We remember the mosquitoes, the beads of blood that made bracelets around o... |
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 Christopher Allen |
A Review of Sheldon Lee Compton's Where Alligators Sleep Where Alligators Sleep bySheldon Lee Compton (Foxh... |
Reviews |
 Benjamin Allocco |
"Fish Face" Splat! That is the noise. Splat! Like an overdrawn word in an action comic book. I watch it where it’s fallen. It is a fish and it is dead. I stand breathing, chest full of old cigarette tar, sweat-su... |
Featured Fiction |
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Beulah Amsterdam |
"Bluebird" The bluebird perched on the fence facing the neighbors’ bedroom window. Ann relaxed, drinking her morning tea, watching the bird turn around and stare into her kitchen. Several minutes went by while i... |
Featured Fiction |
 Claire Anderson-Wheeler |
Ask an Agent Series: Claire Anderson-Wheeler Claire Anderson-Wheeler is a literary agent at Regal Literary. For this installment of our Ask an Agent Series, we asked Claire what she typically loo... |
Ask an Agent Series |
 Hobie Anthony |
"Spark" The magician used flash powder to create explosions. He had the rig all set. With the press of a button, a remote device would emit an electric spark to ignite the black dust. When he was ready, and a... |
Featured Fiction |
.jpg){kind=avatar} Jacob Appel |
Why I Write: Jacob M. Appel When I was sixteen years old, I fell madly in love—as only sixteen year olds can—with a young woman who was madly in love with someone else. As an adult, fortified by countless loves lost and multipl... |
Why I Write |
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Erin Armstrong |
"Pulse" Birth: The girl has waited a year for the boy to kiss her. Now it’s close to midnight and they’re outside of a university library. The wind picks up and the palo verde leaves circl... |
Featured Fiction |
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The Story Behind the Story: "Pulse" I originally wrote this piece in 2006 while taking a class at the University of Arizona’s Poetry Center. The class focused on hybrid fiction and poetry, and I felt particularly enamored with the idea ... |
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Why I Write: Erin Armstrong I write because I find the world to be a crazy place and writing is one of the few acts that makes sense to me. I write to find out who I am while trying to explain the no... |
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Rebecca Aronauer |
"Morning People" I wish there were a word for when you go to bed too early and wake up in the middle of the night because your body thought it was a nap. With a word, it might seem less weird that I went to bed at 8:0... |
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"Morning People" I wish there were a word for when you go to bed too early and wake up in the middle of the night because your body thought it was a nap. With a word, it might seem less weird that I went to bed at 8:0... |
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Kim Askew |
"Deadline Walking" As a child, I wrote an epic poem about a unicorn, planning to perform a recitation of it during the annual school talent show. I spent days memorizing it, and my dad fashioned for me a wand made out o... |
Fiction Craft |
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Tammy Atha |
"objects/people/spaces" Shotguns The kids from my neighborhood would come outside to watch bats at dusk. I remember thinking the bats were actually birds, but Keith from across th... |
Featured Fiction |
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AJ Atwater |
"If Table Legs Could Cheer" Dogs are allowed in the bar and one night this sharp-tailed sharp-eared dog trotted in, went up to a table and carefully laid underneath. Then, as if on cue, the dog got up, walked behind one of the ... |
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"If Table Legs Could Cheer" Dogs are allowed in the bar and one night this sharp-tailed sharp-eared dog trotted in, went up to a table and carefully laid underneath. Then, as if on cue, the dog got up, walked behind one of... |
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 Nancy Au |
"Radiance" Mother cannot bear to throw out books donated to the library under her watch. Stored in our attic, dozens of boxes filled with paperbacks of nearly naked men and women wrestling on the dog-eared cover... |
New Fiction |