Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

The Strangers

The Strangers

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I sometimes feel bad that non-potential rapist-murder-assaulter men have to be lumped in with their horrible brethren in my general mistrust of any man I perceive as physically capable of overwhelming me. But really I only feel ever so slightly bad. Sorry more-or-less decent men with girth, height, and penises.more

Gun Goes Off

Gun Goes Off

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The way Serge held the pistol with both hands firmly gripping the handle in front of him and feet at shoulder’s length apart, it made Dodge’s heart thump in his chest. His mouth was dry. He licked his lips. Serge was walking him through proper gun handling procedure, but it was hard to pay attention.more

Danny Boy

Danny Boy

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My grandma used to say, Ellie, you can’t fix crazy, but you might can help stupid, though only unlearnt stupid, not born and ingrained stupid cause that stupid’s bad as crazy.more

Man of Ten Years

Man of Ten Years

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I turned ten the weekend we left Dad in a mad rush, before Christmas, before I’d ever robbed a house. Now I share a bed in the grey-walled box room where Mam slept when she was my age. I talk to meself in the mirror sometimes now. Always tellin’ meself I’ll forever respect ten-year-olds. Most people grow up and forget important things like talkin’ to ten-year-olds and looking them in the eye.more

The Missing Boy, Aisle 12

The Missing Boy, Aisle 12

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I come across the missing teenager in the back of the Dollar General frozen section comparing ice cream sandwiches. M&M or chocolate chip. I’d seen his picture circulating on Facebook. The flop of curls, the shine of acne. A post by his dad: PLEASE FIND OUR SON CROSBY. ESCAPED OUR HOME. ANY HELP. I had liked the post. more

life events

life events

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You and I both know as transgender people that we are resourceful. These people are banning us from going to the bathroom, and yet we still survive! If we’re banned from going to the bathroom and endure, you and I can bear a hotel with a canine.more

#mesoon

#mesoon

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Suddenly he craved a world he could touch, a world where he didn’t spit into a USB port to learn about his future. He wanted the past’s hands all over him, to pull on him and expel him into some ancient form of ecstasy.more

The Natural Order

The Natural Order

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This, friends, will be the last time I ever touch a keyboard. I am dedicating my life to nature, and vow to abstain from all conveniences and hypocrisy of the unnatural world, from unclean modern vaccines, to clothing made in factories by impoverished piece workers in Bangladesh. I will walk, naked, into the woods and survive as my forebearers did many generations ago.more

The Boxer

The Boxer

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The coach wiped the blood from Ray’s mouth like a child, and he was embarrassed–embarrassed to be there and embarrassed that Ray was not embarrassed. The coach knew Grace would leave Ray, not because of the beatings, but because she was still young and had enough money to get through the hard times immediately after leaving a man.more

Another Saturday Night in Portland

Another Saturday Night in Portland

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Brian walked into the living room. The man was seated on one end of the couch, half empty bottle of Budweiser and a pipe on the end table. Dark jeans and a grey t-shirt, barefoot, phone in left hand, glow lighting his face. The man smiled at him. Hey baby. Turn around, Brittney. Let Daddy see you again.more