An aspirationally masculine kind of name, one that’s at home on a lacrosse team roster or a fraternity or a finance internship, it’s probably supposed to make me feel inadequate, but instead it makes me feel insulated, grandfathered into this world.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
That Time You Sought to Kill That Bastard John J.
FICTION by Kristopher MonroeYou knew it was an emphatically bad idea to maintain a loaded weapon in a house with idiosyncratic domestic violence occurring on what seemed like a regularly scheduled basis, but you never had a say in the situation.… more
Mermaids
FLASH FICTION by Courtney BurtonThey scorched the earth, burned bridges, left women scorned and mothers weeping because wind moves and fire moves and water moves, and even earth moves. And their spirits were moved.… more
Our Friend and the Wildfire
FICTION by Kyle KouriOne strange thing about Fabio is that when he smoked with us in the parking lot he would tell us about this demon that visited him in dreams. What was even stranger was that Fabio was also somewhat of a ladies’ man amongst the MILFs of Brentwood, Los Angeles.… more
Sealskin
FICTION by Carson BodieThe problem with people dying slowly was that they had time to be dramatic about it, to throw things about, and start their heroic little fires, and instill a general sense of disorder. We supposed, in any case, that the dying were entitled to some amount of theatricality.… more
Pigsnort
FLASH FICTION by Paul ThompsonEveryone calls him Pigsnort. One word, not two. Almost like a real name. You struggle to remember his actual name, or question if you ever knew it. If every village has an idiot, then every school has a Pigsnort.… more
Rob D. Smith
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonDaniel Brown is a stand-in for a lot of outsiders I’ve seen. Ones that don’t fit into normal society. That get singled out because they don’t “look” right. The constant judging from little kids to senior citizens. And this person is weary. How can they not be?… more
Tomato Season
FLASH FICTION by Rachel WeinhausI tell myself he’s okay—until I catch him out there in the withering dusk, spraying the hose into the air like warning shots. Keep back, he shouts. Keep back from my tomatoes.… more
Crack the Lid
FLASH FICTION by Kristen ReeceThere is so little time to teach you about the wild. I still have to show you how to grin, for the world. How to make it obey, how to remove it from its axis and bounce it the July street. Slap it, balance it, make it only spin for you.… more
The Conjoined Boys Chamber Choir
FLASH FICTION by Sam BermanBefore the placenta was fried with two brown eggs. Before Mom deemed us, “Perfect Gentlemen.” Before Ms. Ann sewed two black suits down the middle for us. Before we wore that suit to Ms. Ann’s funeral. Before we were too small, too slight to be pallbearers on Hudson Ave.… more
