Dead men, dead rats, dead trees out on the ridge. As I ran, I shouted at God, gods, any goddamned god who’d made the world we lived in at that moment. Dead mothers, children with napalm-sizzled skin. I screamed fuck at God.… more
Writer: Ken Rodgers
Black Crows
FLASH FICTION by Ken RodgersI didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… more
Art’s Wife
FICTION by Ken RodgersHis eyes blinked like a machine gun’s stutter. He swirled his Chivas and mumbled something—I couldn’t hear it well over the racket of wild fucking in the bedroom. Maybe he said, “Mother would never have written that.”… more
