Slug Boy
Slug Boy by Raud Kennedy The rain tapped against the bathroom window as Abby showered before getting ready for work. She was soaping her legs
Month: October 2012
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Breakfast for Supper
Breakfast for Supper by Christine Stewart-Nunez At IHOP, after the skinny brunette with a band-aid covering her hickey comes to whisk away burnt toast, Mom
Lost Toys
Lost Toys (exerpt) by Marty Lloyd Woldman narrator The railroad system is the endless hard-on of westward expanse. Stretching the grid over the heathen wild
Oppressive Light
Oppressive Light by R. Walser Two trees stand in the snow, the sky, tired of light, moves home, and nothing else but gloom close by.
Nachtmusik
Nachtmusik by David Markson The women said: Is there any point in reducing Every damned question to sex? There was Mozart on. And what she
one part of the body in the corners of a quilt
/2 one part of the body in the corners of a quilt by Jnana Hodson * * * lingering above one part of the body
Wounded Emotions
Wounded Emotions by John Bennett He took a long hard tumble and ripped up his emotional ligaments. They no longer rise to the occasion or
21 Things Writers Tell Themselves
1. Underwear is definitely pants. This has been an issue, I believe, ever since the first writer ever worked at home. A general guideline: underwear
At the Lions Head
At the Lions Head by David Markson Vodka-weary I scowl at the bar And confront a midnight revelation: In ten years I have contributed thirty