Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

Hair of the Dog

Hair of the Dog

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He picked up a strip of bacon and dragged it through the yolk until it bled. He took a bite and let himself enjoy it. For a moment, he quit thinking about failure and divorce and dead-end towns. Just ate his breakfast like a man with nowhere else to be.more

Of Gods and Men and Those Who Dance

Of Gods and Men and Those Who Dance

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It was a tragedy of what-if’s: a lifeline not particularly interrupted but partially rubbed out to continue as what? a sideshow always placed on the peripherals and pitied? He wanted a girlfriend and wore this search like his disability wore him.more

Cosmic Brownie

Cosmic Brownie

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Of all of the food and treats Kelso had eaten in his nearly thirteen years, the one thing we had never given him was chocolate, but on this, his final day, he partook. He loved it, of course. It’s fucking chocolate.more

Sole

Sole

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There is no going back. I found the break in the flesh. I resharpen the knife to be sure I don’t have any parts caught in the blade. The parts left untouched for show are the gills, where it worked hardest to live.more

A Narrow Bridge

A Narrow Bridge

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Lenny puts away his copy of The North American Actuarial Journal and basks in what he’s done. Little red-haired Leonard Reister, detester of gym class and organized sports, human punching bag at Harrison Elementary School, has become a hero.more

Beer and a Shot

Beer and a Shot

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“Ever give a massage to a big fat dude?” he asks, which is the most Midwestern thing you can say, even in the most Midwestern bar in San Diego. more

Objects as Possession

Objects as Possession

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What is more singularly human than to adorn our lives with objects. Objects that accompany us to a time bastardized by memory, that remind us in our isolation of people we can no longer hold. That split us open at the hinges and leave us bare to the world.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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He was frightened that his wife had gone over the edge, that the neighbours would gossip about the crazy lady taken away in the night. I imagined his daughter’s classmates telling her that her mother had screamed so loudly that all the birds had flown away.more

Christmas Bird

Christmas Bird

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There was no oasis. No needles. Only mirages. Like the imaginary tar pit that turned his bebop jaunt into a slog. And the swarm of bees that punctured him with empty stingers. Even the music came to life in the form of a fanged-beak, blood-red buzzard that circled overhead.more

What You Don’t Fix

What You Don’t Fix

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The garage still smelled like her. Motor oil and lavender detergent. She used to change the oil in both trucks. Said she liked the quiet under the chassis. Said it made her feel like a mechanic and not just someone’s wife.more