Someday we’ll talk about us, but today is not that day.… more
Tag Archives: Relationships
Gable Massey Makes a Movie
FICTION by Scott GouldHe wanted to make a movie about love… He didn’t know when to turn the camera off.… more
Candy
FICTION by Francisco UribeMy bladder feels like it’s about to burst. I got this frickin UTI, which is so goddang embarrassing because men, especially men my age, ain’t supposed to get. And now, I gotta take a piss real bad, but I refuse to get up from the sofa . . .… more
Alternate Route Suggested
FICTION by AnnElise HatjakesKenny was twenty-one when his son was born, and now at twenty-two, he regularly revised the last several months, envisioning himself as an author of the choose your own adventure books he read when he was younger.… more
Insurance Against Extinction
FICTION by Melody SinclairLee flashed to his claustrophobic apartment as it was during stay-at-home orders. Greasy take out containers, alcohol, the constant ticker of death tolls on CNN, and the revolving door of frightened, horny, women. Like Bono, he technically had enough to keep him alive. He was going through the motions of breeding in captivity.… more
Love—
FICTION by Israel A. BonillaFive years I had tended to an increasingly severe depression. It had no identifiable beginning. Or if it did, we were not aware of it. The liveliness of her manner dimmed in a strange progression. Her highs were always attaining the same height, but her lows found newer and newer depths. Until the highs became a tolerable apathy, then nothing. … more
Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992
FICTION by Joel WayneOnscreen, George Bailey is wandering the streets of Bedford Falls, pacing by the house of the girl he is meant to be with but doesn’t know it yet. I cry when he shakes her like a rabbit. You think I don’t know that love?… more
Cool Red
FICTION by Ellen Davis SullivanIf it weren’t for the rabbit, he could make it all work.… more
Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me
FICTION by Marcus WhiteI reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smile… more
