Mr. Northup began waxing poetic about anti-expansionists and abolitionists during the Mexican-American War. He exalted them like a guy talking about a girl he was still holding out hope for. These were men we’d never heard of. No movies had been made about them. No bills carried their faces.… more
Author Archives: BULL Author
Flash Fiction
FICTION by Elvis BegoWe call him Vampire anyway, in the way we do here in the hills when you let us peer into the dark, unswept corner of your soul. We don’t even remember his real name anymore.… more
Darling Dre
FICTION by DL DawsonEven the schlubbiest bartenders get shameless solicitations when their patrons are properly lubricated; fucking a bartender topped so many bucket lists. My mere existence as a six-foot-two dude who can make a simple old-fashioned bumps me higher on a stranger’s “fuck-it” list even though I have to be the least horny bachelor in Brooklyn.… more
Two Stories
FICTION by Tetman CallisWe stripped him naked and painted him blue. Water-based acrylic, so it wouldn’t kill him. It was a warm night. He’d be fine.… more
What Danza Did to Dad
FICTION by Travis FlattWe all get up and go outside to finish the deal. I bring my slice along to watch, folded because we’re in New York and when in Rome. Outside, it’s seventy-five degrees. Tony’s jacket seems excessive, but, hey, he’s the boss. … more
The Fog Man
FICTION by Alice K. BoatwrightArthur’s ex-wife thought it was a bad joke when he said he felt most fully alive in a fog, but he didn’t see what was funny about it. No one joked about scuba divers who were happiest groping along the bottom of the ocean.… more
New Year’s Eve, 1978
FICTION by Scotch RutherfordYou could feel the history between the cracks in the conversation. Old-timers and industry movers in their prime, resonated complete with the adult contemporary jazz ambiance. At the end of the line of booths, he was greeted by a familiar face.… more
Randall’s Commute
FICTION by Jacqueline DoyleRandall didn’t think that 53 was so old, and surely it was the other guy who fucked up his car by passing Randall and cutting in front of him, but before he could raise an objection, the guy had reached into his car and pulled out a gun.… more
Smile When You Say Texas
FICTION by Gene GoldfarbNot being from Texas, I’d never heard of a prison rodeo. But somehow shooting people from the semi-privacy and convenience of your car, DRIVE FRIENDLY, and prison bull riding, all hooked up seriatim, seemed to be related.… more
THE LONER’S HOLE
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Kent JacobsonA maverick poet and old friend asked if I’d like to replace him teaching prison inmates. Why me? I wondered, and didn’t ask. Men I know don’t often speak directly, even to friends. If pressed, my friend might not have said. Anyway, I can’t ask. He died not long after from a heart attack.… more
