He tells us about his amazing sex life non-stop but to me it sounds like the death of a ball turret gunner. I never say that to him. He tells Rabbi and I all about the things his wife does to him. The things she demands he do for her. It’s all he ever talks about. I just laugh. I know Casey’s old lady. I don’t think she’s nice-looking. I would never say that to him.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Junk’s Son
FICTION by Donna ObeidThe basement flat they lived beneath his grandmother’s house was somewhere he was used to, accepted, even at times taking it for granted. But the garage was different. The garage was a sort of hell.… more
Parakeet
FICTION by Corey MertesI had decided to do it: to cheat. To steal. I am not proud of that but you do the math: shitty job, angry girlfriend, newborn child. Therefore I was looking for the guy whose idea the scam was by the name of Dave Torcek.… more
Addictions
FICTION by Mike McHoneDad snorted the last rail off Granny’s copy of Better Homes and Gardens and asked, “Ever fuck a Catholic chick?”… more
Plus Popeye (The Ross Family)
FICTION by Mauro AltamuraJust before noon, bright October, the four walked into the narrow kitchen and stopped short to see Mom in bathrobe, hair messed, butt against stove, fridge open, its light on her face. Entirely wrapped in the super muscular arms of a man. Not their father.… more
Duck and Cover
FICTION by Zac WalshThis is what it does. It lands you in a new home fitted with bunk beds and barred windows and filled with stinky friends and a daily drip, so to speak, of enough chemicals to make it impossible for me to fly to those manic and dangerous heights ever again, to make it so I can never be shirtless of my own accord, to ensure that any exercise I do will be in the exercise room during exercise class. The duck never does yoga; yoga does the duck.… more
The Nosebleed Bazaar
FICTION by Hank KirtonI momentarily lost my hearing due to a long exhausted yawn and missed the blast of the gunshot next door.… more
Ouroboros
FICTION by Todd Donovan WhitleyI was hiding out with Joe Dooley at his godforsaken apartment because a man, a big, big man, this Blanchard man whom I feared immensely, had a bounty out for my head.… more
Hooters
FICTION by Jeffrey M. Feingold“Lloyd,” he says, “how can you hit on girls half your age at this watered-down version of a strip club, then quit your job on principle?” I hear his words, but they don’t register. I’m already dreaming about my lunar landing, looking for a place to plant my flag. “I don’t know, it’s my happy place, know what I mean? You just can’t piss on another man’s happy place.”… more
Signs of Suffering
FICTION by AD SchweissI want to make it home sober but before I left the station tonight I made the mistake of pulling the report from that time when you called.… more
