I want to observe the scandal of sun on grass. I want to use a 3D model of myself as a dildo. I want to pass it down the generations, the heirloom dildo of myself. I want all of my personae to make love and to love me back. I want my personae to crawl back in my void cock.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Are We Decent People?
FICTION by William JensenI didn’t think about my wife. I didn’t think about our daughter or the aggravation she’d put us through. I didn’t think about right or wrong. That evening, the only thing that consumed me was a sense of violent redistribution. Someone had to pay.… more
Do You Remember How I Used to Dance?
FICTION by HW WalkerShe used to have the fluted arms and legs of a bird, dancer’s legs, and he remembered how it had seemed like she could take flight at any moment, not just through her body but through her will, her reflex and poise conspiring with that hardened inner part of her. Now he saw that innermost part of her struggling against her body as if it were caged.… more
Validation
FICTION by Jennifer LaiShe tried to explain it once, but then she started crying and I couldn’t take it cos it reminded me of how much she cried after dad left so I told her to please stop crying cos then I’ll start crying too and that I totally got it even though I didn’t get it and then she stopped crying and I never asked her about it again.… more
Jim and Jimmy
FICTION by Don StollMy father would laugh and say it’s not the Depression anymore and FDR’s not President. He would say we’ve got that idiot in the White House and he’s got us in a war we shouldn’t be in. He would say but I don’t believe in the war and you don’t either, and she would press her lips together just like when he asked if my mother didn’t want him to give her grocery money.… more
A Season of Firsts
FICTION by Timothy BoudreauFirst time they try sex on the deck. He leans to kiss her, she doesn’t want to be kissed. First time he can’t climax; she bangs her shin climbing out of the zero-gravity chair.… more
True Outlaw
FICTION by Brent AtkinsonSanta Claus always gets the credit for delivering Christmas gifts, but it was tired, overworked bastards like me making sure everything got there on time, 13-speed, 500-horsepower white Freightliner pulling a dry van, and rather than shouting ho-ho-ho and whipping reins, we were throwing gears and blowing our horns at assholes in beemers cutting us off at every exit.… more
Gardening for the Bereaved
FICTION by Aaron JacobsWhen you cleared away everything else, there they were. Countless promises. They piled up. A bulk of them we upheld, some we renegotiated, and more than a few we looked the other way when they weren’t kept.… more
Growing Pains
FICTION by Chelsea StickleI stroke the port wine stain on his temple. I remember the day our parents brought him bundled home during a historic cold snap. He was shriveled and small like the sundried tomatoes Mom snuck into all our food. I promised to look after him.… more
Storm Coming
FICTION by Thomas Kent WestOn the ledge, the short man looked down. He felt the lonely tent behind him. In front of him, there was the storm, moving black and slow.… more
