By Carter Sickels
March 2015

Boundaries of Gender: He smiled, shyly, and then came toward Evan, and although in the red light the scars on Evan’s chest were not visible, Billy found them and kissed them.


By Lee Conell
March 2015

Boundaries of Gender: In the early seventies, I began sleeping with a married doctor who wanted to cure homosexuality.

Red Brick

By Danny Lorberbaum
March 2015

Sam wants to see the Mississippi River at night. He has heard of Tom Sawyer and he looks for him in the faces of boys they pass.

My Dreams Would Seem So Close

By Stephen O’Connor
March 2015

“They’re back!” we hissed over our kitchen fences. “Someone’s got to stop them! Something must be done!”

Afternoon Cowboys

By Jonathan Crowl
February 2015

“Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum. Straight out of a Western movie.” He handed it over to Brady, who gripped the black rubber handle and ran a finger on the sleek, cold metal barrel.


By Jennifer Haigh
February 2015

I met Tracy Pasco in the spring of 1980—in my Pennsylvania hometown, a time of relative optimism and ease.


By E. C. Osondu
February 2015

First there was a little crackle as the pin scratched the record and then the voices would begin to sing or talk and would float into the surrounding inky darkness.

The Infernal

Excerpt from the novel by Mark Doten
February 2015

“I consider myself a casualty, one of the many casualties of the war on terror.” —Alberto Gonzales

Indigo Gets Married

By Jami Attenberg
January 2015

“I thought you’d get along.” “Why did you think that?” I say. “You do so well with wounded men,” she says.

Cities I’ve Never Lived In

By Sara Majka
January 2015

There were so many places he could have lived, but he lived in the shack so he could dream of his daughter.


By Vanessa Hua
December 2014

Religion in America: If he were superstitious, he would have blamed the monks for cursing him.

Household Gods

By John Benditt
December 2014

Religion in America: The house of the Memory God is filled with junk in piles. It started innocently enough, the way a blizzard starts: a flake here, a flake there.

Festival for the Pigs

By Memtimin Hoshur, translated from the Uyghur by Darren Byler and Mutellip Enwer
December 2014

Soon a rumor spread through the city that a pig was riding on another pig, circling through the streets, commanding the riot.

Butterflies in November

By Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, translated from the Icelandic by Brian FitzGibbon
December 2014

You’ll barely notice him, he won’t nag or pester you, doesn’t even sing the way other kids do.

Gulf Return

By Deepak Unnikrishnan
November 2014

Only for a short time, my mother promised when she left, but the shortness has grown longer, many years, almost twelve, and I am now grown.

Seven Micro-Stories on War (and Only One on Love)

By Alex Epstein, translated from the Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan
November 2014

We reported on the two-way radio that the only nut alive asked to surrender.


By Anna Noyes
November 2014

She hugged me goodbye and left in her boat. I didn’t wait for the boat to grow smaller. I walked into the jungle. I wanted to be something real.

Stand Still

By Shelly Oria
November 2014

We realize, of course, that one day the force may strike again, leaving one of us breathless at the side of the road.

Ghost House

By Ingrid Rojas Contreras
October 2014

The stories of the kidnapped always begin the same way.

For What Purpose?

By Karen E. Bender
October 2014

American Empires: I wanted to stop something, everything. I applied for a job in airport security and they placed me here.

Wounding Radius

By Constance Squires
October 2014

American Empires: PFC Larry Pierson, a 21-year-old Afghanistan veteran from Vermilion, South Dakota, had made off with four M-16 A2s, six thirty-round magazines of ammo, and two M67 grenades.


By Melissa R. Sipin
September 2014

I only question my father about these half-truths now, after all these years, because of the nightmares. Because I think about my mother. Because I imagine leaving my husband.

You, Disappearing

By Alexandra Kleeman
September 2014

The apocalypse was quiet. It had a way about it, a certain charm. It could be called graceful. It was taking a long time.

Our Fathers

By Dan Sheehan
September 2014

I don’t remember the trial, of course, but I’m told there was a stink of hatred in the room that would undo your tie.

A Planet for Rent

By Yoss, translated from the Spanish by David Frye
September 2014

Science fiction from Cuba.

The Bully of Order

An excerpt from the novel by Brian Hart
August 2014

Bigness required bound­aries but this water had none save the shore we stood upon and the end of my eyeball’s reach.

Henna House

By Nomi Eve
August 2014

I knew that the Confiscator was a bad man. I knew that my father hated and feared him.


The 2014 Dzanc Books/Disquiet International Literary Program Award-winning short story by Laura Adamczyk
August 2014

Girls, the man said, I’ve got an itch.

Switchback, 1994

By Jack Livings
July 2014

The pool of blood had grown a custardy skin in the cold, so that as the wind blew, it strained and jiggled.

2 A.M. at the Cat’s Pajamas

By Marie-Helene Bertino
July 2014

Boys cross rooms for Georgie, who is full in the way they like. Foxy is the word for it, Sarina thinks, whereas she is foxless.

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