A man shouldn’t have to apologize for the smell of his own equipment or for what he tried to do to stay in shape.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
The Elevator
FICTION by Kevin LoughrinExcept it’s not the light that causes me pain. It’s the darkness. I can hardly step out in the sun at all anymore, let alone stare at it. Cancer. The sun hates us, you know.… more
Van Cleef
FICTION by Caroline GiudiceMy life involves precision. Observation. Balance. Not everyone can keep it up. That’s why they falter. That’s why they leave shaken. Because they glimpse the truth. That everything they call leisure is, in fact, duty. To live well is to work without end.… more
Altar
FICTION by Anna KornfeldA therapist I saw once told me that I got off on the pain of being horribly dispensable. But what she didn’t understand, what someone like her could never comprehend, was that this way of living was my only form of protection.… more
Lemonade
FICTION by Steve Cochrane“Good friends, good food, good times. And accidental death.” Some products sell themselves.… more
About Nicky
FICTION by Sacha Bissonnette“It’s not right!” Nicky said. “It’s not right! They love each other! I saw it! I saw it with my own eyes! They were going to be so beautiful, and they were going to be something great.” Then just like this, he said: “I’m gonna hurt him.”… more
Sun Versus Dale
FICTION by Noreen GrafThe other time, they just let her go because back then only one fellow student claimed Pamela pushed the Barbie look-alike into an oncoming car. The snitch was a Goth girl, smelled like dirt, and no one believed her. She was an attention seeker, with her purple-and-black hair.… more
Edgar Allan Poetry
FICTION by R. Allen AbshireMy wife, she writes children’s books. They’re educational and give the kids practical advice. Her bestseller is Pete The Pedophile, which teaches children to stay away from grown men who wish to have sex with them.… more
Kisses
FICTION by Ryan BabcockMy body kissed the concrete. You threw punches and kicks. One of them wagged a finger in your face, and you bit it. “You’re such pussies. Is that really all you got?” you said, taunting them, while I just lay there.… more
*Flatulence
FICTION by Matthew Thomas MeadeI grab the ice bucket from the dresser, but there’s a thumb in there, so I don’t want to use it. I check my hands to see if it’s my thumb, but it isn’t.… more
