Fiction
Week 13
By Emily FlakeEmily Flake cartoons for the New Yorker and other, less savory publications. She and her husband recently had a small, female baby, who looks almost nothing like a fish.
Professor Greyhound’s Poetry Tests
By Keren KatzKeren Katz is the illustrating half of The Katz Sisters duo. She is also the half that is not fictitious. They are currently collaborating on the graphic novel “Roll Call, the story of an attendance sheet.”
Dark Tomato
By Sakura MakuSakura Maku is the creator of Dark Tomato, a story about an MTA subway driver named Prince Tamlin Tomato.”
Telegram
By Andrea TsurumiAndrea Tsurumi is a Queens-based illustrator and cartoonist currently pursuing her MFA at the School of Visual Arts. You can check out her latest work at andreatsurumi.com or at uncannyeating.com, the food stories illustration blog she shares with Keren Katz.
Single Girl, Chicken Soup
By Connie SunConnie Sun is an Asian-American cartoonist from California, currently working in higher education. She cartoons daily at conniewonnie.com, Monday through Friday.
Tragic Strip
By T. MotleyT. Motley has these blogs: yourdailydoodle.tumblr.com, yourdailysketch.tumblr.com, cartooniologist.blogspot.com.
Spooky Action at a Distance
By Eugene LimIt’s when the cop is punching my face that I make the decision. I decide to go look for my sister. My whole life I’d indulged in a stupid thrill, a very risky habit. In the middle of the night I’d sneak through the town and deface posters of the beloved president.
Vestigial Features
By Mary SteinOver the phone, Mitch says I’m oversexed. Because he’s only my stepbrother and a swaggering hockey god, Mitch feels entitled to take liberties. Over the phone he’ll tell me things he cannot say to my face.
from the novella
A Familiar Beast
By Panio Gianopoulos
MaryAnne was seated in a booth by the window. Her narrow chin rested on the palm of her right hand as she read a plastic-sheeted library book.Marcus sat across from her. “Sorry to interrupt your night.”
If a Body Meet a Body
By Jason Lees“Forgot my ID.” “Again?” She blinked up at him, fresh towels piled around her. “I’m a terrible person,” he said, flashing a lopsided smile and bowing his head in stage shame. She laughed.
