Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

TWO STORIES

TWO STORIES

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There are things out there. Only my fellow smokers can see them. And it’s only at night. more

Nick Kolakowski

Nick Kolakowski

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I’ve spent my life obsessed with the contrast between Hollywood’s glitz and its gritty underbelly. I see it as a microcosm of America itself: we’re always selling an image of what we are, but that image is secured with blood and plunder.more

No One’s Gonna Drag You Up

No One’s Gonna Drag You Up

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Brogan prayed Hailee wouldn’t take on his father’s moral and spiritual weakness, his step-mother’s willfulness, prayed she would someday find a man like Leonard, who would cure her of the modern world’s stupidity and cruelty.more

Alt Texts For The Image You Never Showed Your Father

Alt Texts For The Image You Never Showed Your Father

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An image of you, crying. An image of a man. An image that reminds you of high school, when Tommy H taught you what it was like to be beaten and your father taught you what it was to be a man. When both the actions were the same.more

The Hole

The Hole

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When his parents kicked him out of the house, saying they could not abide the path he had chosen, what had always been a hunch hardened into firm knowledge, the very idea of paths, of one thing leading to another, being nothing more than something folks concocted to make themselves feel better, nothing more than puffery.more

Unnamed Storms

Unnamed Storms

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He knows she would never allow him into her life, but he dreams of her tripping into his: reveling in sloth on her days off, doing nothing but eating, napping, surfing the web, masturbating to porn, binging TV—the rewards for making it through another week’s shifts.more

Pepitas

Pepitas

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My wife cut off all her hair and I think it was because of something I said last night.more

West

West

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She hoped that Jack might finally tell her something new, maybe even reveal some forthcoming thing, like a portent. A vision as terrifyingly clear as the western sun. But neither of them possessed a knack for seeing the future.more

Babel

Babel

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We were the boys in the corduroy pants, but that made too much sense! We needed to confuse people, like God confused Babel, we confused our parents, our teachers.more

SOFT ROCK DENIM

SOFT ROCK DENIM

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Henley says, “This Frank guy might hate me in the year 2025, but he sure as shit will have to listen to me for eternity. Smooth, my brothers, smooth like my Denim.”more