costello
costello by oscar smiles you know i don’t mean to make fun well then don’t she said is that a wig she came at me
Month: April 2009
green panatela
Green Panatela by donal mahoney Waiting in his Cadillac, silver gray, Dr. Oates swerves his lighter to his green panatela. Next to Dr. Oates, a
For the sake of cackling
For the sake of cackling by matt ronquillo Getting old is like one of those sinister jokes I had in my dreams as a kid
PLAYING MURDER by cynthia ring Church basement’s unlocked— those exit signs glow like some messiah-man’s busted lip. steering wheel can’t catch fire— I’m a townsperson.
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for spicer
For Spicer by chris nealon The light stinks today at least for your preferred forms of capture. Someone has done one better than me, there
ladies' monster
ladies’ monster by ramakrishnan parthasarathy. from where I come from they hold a hand over the right glass and peer through tradition at a girl
potato chips, prawn crackers
Potato chips, Prawn Crackers. by sara shaheen 3. After months, On the coach ride home. Dragging back rolls of carpet and Elastofoam. 2. At her
the hindenburg
the hindenburg by rachel forbes I’ll whisper my love into a balloon and let it go at the top of the hill so it will
Picture Day
Picture Day by gavin mccall It’d been only six months ago that he’d had his stroke, but Anthony’s dad still insisted on standing for the