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Scriven

In the garden he has trained roses through the frames of medicine trolleys and up stairwell cages made to thwart patient suicides. From the trees he hangs emergency eyewash stations filled with water, and seed dispensers that were once miniature incinerators mounted in every ward for the quick disposal of tainted materials. Sometimes he sits […]

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The Tin House Nooner: Jodi Angel

Welcome to the inaugural Tin House Podcast: Nooner Edition, a bi-monthly burst of poetry and story telling culled from our Summer Workshop reading series. On today’s Nooner, Jodi Angel reads from “Firm and Good” which Tin House was luck enough to publish twice. First appearing in our 2013 Summer Reading issue, it is also featured in […]

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The Revolution of Every Day: An Excerpt

The Revolution of Every Day – Coming Soon!

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The Skunk

We had just gotten naked and blazed up, and we were feeling maybe one-quarter ecstatic. Nobody had eaten any refined sugar or wheat for weeks; half of us ate like primitive hunters, and the other half like gatherers. We stood in the cross-hatch-fenced backyard, amidst waist-high grass and cornflowers, and embraced like brothers and sisters, […]

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This Year, ‘twas the Owls Won the Civil War

Autumn when the sycamores turn we find ourselves on Earl Drabble’s field having taken up what armament is to be scavenged along the dirt road.

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The Mudslide

We were waiting for the mudslide and the night.

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1-2-3

Very Short Shorts by Matthew Sharpe!

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Chapter One: The Virgins

1979 We sit on the benches and watch the buses unload. Cort, Voss, and me. We’re high school seniors, at long last, and it’s the privilege of seniors to take up these spots in front of the dormitories, checking out the new bodies and faces. Boys with big glasses and bangs in their eyes, girls […]

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Field Dressing (from You Only Get Letters from Jail)

At first I thought maybe it was me, some dark cloud of dying that was hanging over my head, but when Shirley and I sat there on the embankment and I tried to convince her of things before the sun went down, she told me that there was never any rhyme or reason for death […]

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The Celestials: An Excerpt

In the blue of early morning, hours before the arrival of the Chinese boys, Julia Sampson felt her sleeping husband flush with heat and knew that he would stir. She left his body enough space and stroked his arm and chest. Sometimes this worked to cool him. His head rocked against his pillow and he […]

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Publication Day: American Dream Machine

They closed down the Hamlet on Sunset last night. That old plush palace, place where Dean Martin drank himself to death on Tuesdays…

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Vagabond

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. ggg At the Rest Stop, an Hour South of the State Prison, Interstate 5 After Vagabond by Agnès Varda The woman has the hood of her ’85 Jimmy propped […]

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Harlan County U.S.A.

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics.  12D After Harlan County U.S.A. by Barbara Kopple My mom’s boss wore garlic around his neck to ward off vampires. At work, they researched how the mining companies destroyed […]

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Mon oncle Antoine

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. Tuna After Mon oncle Antoine by Claude Jutra Everyone was frothing at the mouth for Reagan, and I slept comfortably in the arms of his rhetoric, beating my tin […]

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Unmanned

In the backseat the sister, who will one day become a sodden wife occupying the largest house in a college town, hits her younger brother. He reacts without thinking and punches her back: one solid thump on her gingham thigh. Indignation, stronger because it is unjustified, singes the sister’s pale complexion. Although she is in […]

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Do-Over

Julie found it a nice distraction from death to fixate on her engagement ring.

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White Winter, Green Winter

The young nurse, in seafoam green, asks me to rate my pain on a scale from 1 to 10.

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No One Believes Me But It’s True

Flash Fridays: The dress shrugged, a very Italian shrug, and then, almost causally, one sleeve rose as if to slit the seam in the other.

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Radioactive

She called my father at work. “I don’t know if we’re downwind. Are we downwind?”

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Getting to Know You

“Do you have a mask?” she asked.

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Kardia

After nearly six months of living in exile, her impulses have become dangerous and unpredictable. She hasn’t seen him in weeks, but she knows he’s there.

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I Wanted You to Sound Different

Inspired by the Richard Brautigan story, I Was Trying to Describe You.

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The Threeway Marriage

The land froze nine months of the year. Any winter dead had to wait until spring to be buried.

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Between

A few of us stuff in before the subway doors pinch shut. A man slides his hand down the pole, clearing a place for me to hold.

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Chametla

From Issue 47, Luis Alberto Urrea

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