“Everyone Has a Gift” is our second installment of Mary Grimm’s novelette, Nothing Bad. Follow this link to read part 1, “The Fire:” https://maydaymagazine.com/nothing-bad-part-1-the-fire-by-mary-grimm/
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Nothing Bad Part 2: Everyone Has a Gift
Stories Refresh the American Language:
An Interview with John Freeman
by Cal Shook
Anthologizing the last fifty years of American short stories, editor John Freeman developed a unique lens for how everything happening in the nation was being reflected in our fiction. After reading and selecting from almost two thousand stories, he created a representative literary collage that is unlike any other anthology of the form. He kindly […]
A Night Like That
by Eric Boyd
The picture was everywhere. Seemed like every time I turned my phone on it’d beep and vibrate and ring until I turned it back off. Yo did u see? Hey are you ok? Was that ur friend? To all three, yes. The cop that shared the photo was suspended with pay. He takes a photo […]
I’d Rather Not Have to Lie by Eider Rodríguez
Translated from Spanish by Jeanette Hodgman
The man shook her hand. The woman sat down opposite, with her handbag between her feet, feet which were half-exposed in low-heeled slingbacks. The man looked over the top of his glasses at her. “Are you feeling okay?” “Yes.” “Would you like any water?” “No.” “Tea, coffee…?” “No.” “Esther Salarrue Arribalzaga.” “Yes.” “Okay […]
ASMR: You are a Gen Z Theseus
by Beau Brockett
First line from a Tweet by @ASMRSuggestions There’s a Minotaur in this Ikea, and it’s ruminating something. You’re on a Formica counter wrapped up in your golden yarns, dreaming of where you’ll be, how you’ll live, who you’ll be friends with — when you get out. Each year, fourteen graduates fall into this […]
You Seem Really Lonely
by Sage Tyrtle
I’m thirteen. And the Miller Junior High class of 1985 has, in some unspoken, telekinetic election, chosen me as the ugliest and fattest kid in school. I’m the kid who doesn’t even get a store-bought Valentine’s Day card from that really nice Christian kid who smiles all the time. One day I’m standing outside before […]
SPITTING IMAGE: AN INTERVIEW WITH HEATHER C. SWEENEY
by Katherine Fallon
KATHERINE FALLON: I am here today with Heather Sweeney, she/her, who lives in San Diego where she writes, teaches and does visual art. Her chapbooks include Just Let Me Have This from Selcouth Station Press and Same Bitch, Different Era: The Real Housewives Poems from above/ground press. She is also the author of the […]
Evening Falls
by Michelle Bonczek
“The main point was to eliminate the difference between what is seen from outside the window and what is seen from inside”—Rene Magritte On one pane’s shard in the living room, the evening sun perfect as the evening sun made artful in the window frame. In our short-tempered house, the windows never broke […]
Black Friday Letter to Mom
by Kamal E. Kimball
Morning bangs on the door like sadness or a man falling down hungover halls. I wish I were a bastard, reared on jasmine and whistling in the bathroom, bright as Christmas satin. I’d rather lace, cold cream, wallpaper with lemons, high heels in the school’s hallway. You wiped my cheeks with […]
Toast with Existential Dread
by Kamal E. Kimball
Friend, come here and touch my hem. You be the wind, I’ll be the hollow thing singing. I’m falling in love with every arm hair on every rider on this machine. The man in tube socks, ball-capped, reminds me of my father. How someday I’ll miss the old bastard (who I look […]
