If Max were gay and Cliff the boyish Mormon had a different god, the 25-year-old loser in stained sleepwear would’ve asked for a kiss. But that would be too much, even in a fantasy world.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
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FLASH NONFICTION by Casey Jo Graham WelmersWe didn’t know if his name was Jerry or Jeremy, and we never bothered to find out. To do so would have granted him personhood, and an upsetting place in our tenuous, paper doll world.… more
The Moose
FICTION by Dan WeaverI’m slightly embarrassed that the moose is seeing me in my Jockeys. At least these are from a fresh pack. When they’re new they hug better and my junk bulge must seem more masculine to the animal.… more
Hands
FLASH NONFICTION by Kara KahnkeI wonder about the type of man who believes he has a direct line to God. Direct power to heal individual people. What if I put my hands on him and slid them down his well-defined pecs? What if he didn’t view me as broken?… more
Herpetology
FLASH FICTION by Danielle BarrNaked men look like frogs, pinched in at the waist with wide shoulders. Rupin undresses and I think of dissecting frogs in science, pickling formaldehyde and sharp-singed nostrils.… more
Cleaning My Oven
FICTION by Ashley EspinozaTony hates that I have a vibrator, almost like he’s jealous of it. He’s jealous of a lot of shit. He found photo of me and my friend kissing at her 19th birthday, and he called me a dirty whore who deserved to be punished. I thought about that as I came. I was a dirty whore and I did deserve to be punished.… more
Mother of God
FLASH FICTION by Rory Doherty“What did you give up?”
“That’s between me and my makah.”
“Who gave up his son.”
“It’s not like you did, Ma.”
“Don’t get smart. I gave you life. I get to worry about your soul.”… more
Karate Obligations
FLASH FICTION by Michael CzyzniejewskiDeVries started punching at the kid, but he blocked every blow. Neither me nor the kid could believe it. He smiled and said thanks and resumed trimming the hedges… more
Vladmir Nabokov Would Be Proud
FLASH FICTION by Natalie NeeAs I ambled through a cloud of Tommy Girl perfume to first period, new but not-unwelcome sensations spider-walked their way across every nerve ending. For the first time, my body felt awake, like my entire childhood had been a nap Mom insisted I take.… more
lamentations 3:32
FICTION by john comptoneverything is dusty and dead, with dust still hovering in the air from his car. he stands there, quiet, a small smile on what could only be described as a head still growing into the man… more
