Our dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.… more
Tag Archives: Afterlife
Somewhere Without Trees
FICTION by Jordan FennellNo one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. … more
Virgil Palely Loitering
FICTION by John Patrick McShea“Your cock looks all right, kid,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry about a thing.”… more
