Small Men Have Trouble by Joseph Giordano
Jack Donnelly had too many gray hairs to pull out, and his love handles bulged around his BVDs like chrome car bumpers. Twenty-five-year-olds looked fifteen, and low testosterone and erectile dysfunction
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Self Portrait as Ottawa Sandstone Rough. Steam off a warm drink at the window where I contemplate my previous life and futures, presented as divergent
Harry Tristano by Eleanor Swanson
Harry Tristano hears the snow melting at night. It wakes him from a sound sleep. He hears slabs of snow slide toward him “like death.” When the snow
After the King Was Dead by Tony Yeykal
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Breakfast by Kenneth Weene
Salvatore had never eaten breakfast. “A cup of black joe and off I go,” he had said more than once to his beloved Kathleen. And Sal was true to his
Breakfast Tacos by Vincent Cooper
So I woke up Sunday morning dragged my ass out of bed and went to take my morning piss made some coffee with the intent of making the best cup in the world not
Intervention by Austin Hall
The guy whom we’re about to fight is a little taller than my friend and I, with a black t-shirt on, ripped jeans. He’s walking to his apartment,
If You Want to Write About Grief by Anne Champion
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