J. Boyett

Considering that I'm such a regular guy, it's funny how fortunate I've been in my friends—I belong to a little band that is unusual, both for our numbers (there are about twenty of us who have known each other for years), ...

Melissa Febos

Tay Tay was my first friend in Bed Stuy. She stole my money, nearly got me kicked out of my apartment, and ultimately exposed the depth of my self-delusion, but she stuck around. Tay Tay, she was like glue. Let me explain...

bart plantenga

previous Beer Mystic Excerpt #43: BLACK BILE PRESS [Ottowa] Furman Pivo believes he [plus beer] may be the cause of a rash of streetlight outages. This sense of empowerment transforms him into the Beer Mystic. He has ...

Carl Watson

An excerpt from Backwards the Drowned Go Dreaming now available at Amazon Sometimes the speed works for you.  Sometimes you’re left behind. The latter is my usual state. It was the early 1980s, West Lakeview.  Subtle ...

Jill Rapaport

I was scrunched up tight against Mike and Elvin; we made a gaping trinity off the noses of which Esmee purveyed her shining but misguided Wagnerian fantasies. Her father, like the fathers of more socially assured characters,...

Ron Kolm

I’m a collector. I hunt down runs of literary magazines and signed first editions of tricky prose, and place them in university library archives. I collect comic books and the Jokers from decks of playing cards. I also ...

Norman Douglas

Rabbit and Crow watched as the sun came round over the field. "Did you sleep well?" Rabbit asked Crow. “I dreamed that I was running through the meadow,” said Crow. “Ah,” said Rabbit. Rabbit and Crow set ...

Melissa Febos

An excerpt from "The Savage Library" I just knew that Somerville would be the kind of neighborhood to go all out at Christmas. I was right. Winter Hill in particular was an orgy of blinking lights and glowing plastic fig...

Jonathan Shaw

An excerpt from "Narcisa" “The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannizing.” -- Nietzsche Carnaval was over. Weeks went by. The city of Rio de Janeiro was slowly goi...

Jennifer Adams

Matt was a blind date, the only one I ever went on. He was an acquaintance of a girl who had the locker next to mine senior year. She thought I’d like him because he was an artist and was sort of in a band. He played bass....