He doesn’t meet your gaze but traces the lines of a T Rex with his little finger. Your fingers itch to hold him, smother him with kisses, but nobody taught you how to talk to children about illness or changes in your physical appearance or the struggle.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
Duck and Cover
FICTION by Zac WalshThis is what it does. It lands you in a new home fitted with bunk beds and barred windows and filled with stinky friends and a daily drip, so to speak, of enough chemicals to make it impossible for me to fly to those manic and dangerous heights ever again, to make it so I can never be shirtless of my own accord, to ensure that any exercise I do will be in the exercise room during exercise class. The duck never does yoga; yoga does the duck.… more
The Ballad of Patsy Swine
FLASH FICTION by CortezI decided I loved her because the first time we fucked I was flung suddenly and viscerally into a childhood memory of the county fair pig races.… more
William Boyle
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI always start with character and place. I put the characters in desperate situations, usually in my part of southern Brooklyn, and see what develops from there. There’s drama just in watching lives unfold. The natural drama of being alive. Throw some secrets and lies and betrayals into the mix and shit gets amped up.… more
Yes, Martha
FLASH FICTION by J. Edward KruftOur dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.… more
Second Act
FLASH FICTION by Chad KochIf I knew when I started exploring the furry scene that I’d be here two hours later, I would’ve at least bought white mittens beforehand.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Dave NashIn the cave, I tell you that I imagined death was a man. A man who drives a black jacked-up pickup. A man who compensates. A man unable to love, to connect, to express himself originally. A man capable of violence vengeance rhetoric. A man who smashes my skull like a squirrel on the blacktop, roadkill, man kills.… more
The Nosebleed Bazaar
FICTION by Hank KirtonI momentarily lost my hearing due to a long exhausted yawn and missed the blast of the gunshot next door.… more
Ouroboros
FICTION by Todd Donovan WhitleyI was hiding out with Joe Dooley at his godforsaken apartment because a man, a big, big man, this Blanchard man whom I feared immensely, had a bounty out for my head.… more
Hooters
FICTION by Jeffrey M. Feingold“Lloyd,” he says, “how can you hit on girls half your age at this watered-down version of a strip club, then quit your job on principle?” I hear his words, but they don’t register. I’m already dreaming about my lunar landing, looking for a place to plant my flag. “I don’t know, it’s my happy place, know what I mean? You just can’t piss on another man’s happy place.”… more
