Congratulations to the authors selected to be published in our innagural issue.
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by Shaun HamillRead More +
a new office every couple of weeks—new cubicles with new knick-knacks, new newspaper clippings, and -
by Lori JakielaRead More +
The Catholic Charities counselor calls. She says she has been in touch with my birth mother.The birth -
by Kurt MuellerRead More +
Melvin Berger ate Lucky Charms for breakfast. He liked how the marshmallows turned the milk sweet, so
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by Jodi TetiRead More +
Randolf Lungren.The kid rumored to have given Leif Svensun a blowjob in the ninth grade boys’ locker room. The kid with a pool. -
by Autumn SharpRead More +
Here are some things that are blue: ButtonsJellybeansThe color of our planet as viewed from space My Grandmother is a pale-egg shade -
by Leigh CamachoRead More +
Taking the acid from the bus boy had been a dumb idea. That was last night after close, when she was loopy and tired and flush with tips. Now Stacy was hiding in the Pizza Hut bathroom,… -
by Jaydn DeWaldRead More +
Hands are spreading. Hair is longer. Tongues areSofter. Legs are glowing. Shadows tangled. NeckIs longer. -
by Lauren HenleyRead More +
I go to cop-barbeques. I go to their backyards and their homes. I play with their daughters. Somehow, the cop-mothers
Published Works by our Editors
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Shiny Treasures Plundered from Better Writers
I’ve been busy lately. My book The Wax Bullet War is through the developmental edits, the line edit is starting, the
marketing plan is coming together, and the cover is being designed. I am currently reading submissions for Spilt Infinitive, our amazing new literary magazine. I’m also going through a series… Read More +
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Carpe Diem
“Life moves pretty fast,” said Ferris Bueller. “If you don’t stop to take a look around every once in awhile, you could miss it.” I took note when I heard these words back in 1986, when I was fifteen years old and my life consisted of little more than school and soccer practice and clanging out power chords… Read More +
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Fail Whale
The only person I tell about my latest failure is my mother.
“I got an email from that fellowship,” I recount over the phone. Nonchalantly, like narrating a run-in with a high school acquaintance at the grocery store.
“The one in Big Sur?” she asks.
“No, no. The… Read More + -
The Perfect Snow Day
It is snowing. The white stuff falls at two inches per hour. School is closed. And I am writing.
The view from my window in the basement of our house shrinks as the snow builds up and covers the glass. My wife and I decided to keep my son home from daycare, split up the day,… Read More +
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Truth in Poetry
I’ve just begun reading Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking work of Staggering Genius. The first thing he does is address the notion of truth in nonfiction. With tongue set firmly in cheek, and in meticulous detail, Eggers lists all the ways his book deviates from the “truth.” Some parts… Read More +
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Writing, Love, and the Norton Reader
Ever since I finished my MFA thesis in November, I haven’t done a ton of what I’d call “quality writing.” I’ve been stuck in a lethargical morass, my head filled with questions about re-entry to the real world, where one is expected to do more than wake late… Read More +
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A Few More Things on Memoir Writing
I’m out in the high desert where a light snow covers most the juniper. I’m here for work but done for the day and now have plenty of time to write. After spending a weekend with amazing writers like Mike Magnuson, Kase Johnstun, Ben Percy, Pam Houston, Craig Leslie, Pete Fromm, and… Read More +
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The Disaster (Memoir) Business
For several years I worked at a disaster restoration company. Our business wasn’t putting out fires, it was sweeping up the pieces after flames and floodwaters and mold spores and blood splatters roared and receded. After people scrambled to safety and received our number from their insurance agent, our phone would… Read More +
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