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I Will See You in Hell by Shane Joaquin Jimenez
One night, after 15 years, I started thinking again about the man who shot my father to death. I don’t know what got me on it, but it would not leave. I thought about him. He wrote me a letter once from prison. I never told anyone that. I was 13 when I got the letter. He sent it all the way from Texas. Wrote it longhand in pencil on a single sheet
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It Wasn’t For Myself by Natalie McNabb
(Previously published in BlazeVOX 2KX) I have done one noble thing in my life, but it wasn’t for myself—it was for the woman I love. And, what wouldn’t one do for love? I guess it was for her cat, too. The thing scratched at her and twisted to be free as those bitches scuttled past barking and
Sonnet to an Asshole by Tyrel Kessinger
Hell, you remember that time when you went kamikaze all over that joker at Cahoots? Goddamn, if you didn’t light up out of nowhere, like you had a stout firecracker puckered up your ass. We knew you had him, all right, me and the boys never doubted you. That big Kraut-looking mother didn’t
Follow the Bike Path by Jake Christie
Park in the municipal parking lot. The start of the bike path is on the far side, near the water fountain. There is a sign indicating the trailhead with graffiti on it that reads, “ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE.” Ignore this. "abandon
What’s in Seattle? by Kyle Bilinski
The dogs did not wake the boy. His father did. The boy could hear his father cursing the Fletcher’s dogs for every yip and howl. Hot air blew through the large window screen above the boy’s bed, where he lay on top of the covers, beaded with sweat. The boy loved the Fletcher’s dogs, but he knew
Max Hetero by David Huebert
Max says there are two times when he enjoys sex the most: when the moon is full and when the girl is on her period. Max says love is an anaesthetic, a syringe, pushed into the vein until you forget what it means to be a man. Max says he never got along with needles. It’s bad to share them anyway. Max
Making Bukowski by Alun Williams
“You didn’t do it, did you? Not with him!” Rita closes the dorm door, and looks over at her roommate. She throws her purse on the floor and crashes down on the bed. Her roommate sighs. “Oh my God, you did do it! You’ve got that look. Jesus, I mean…how could you? He’s so…”
The Great Wall by Christian Altamirano
Question 1. Mexican drugs = American addicts
+ The Wall of America
= Americans trying to stop roadrunners from crossing a 20-foot cage, a cage that traps both sides, a cage made of graffiti and steel, a cage that is as corroded as the people who made it and the people who cross it.
One side of the wall:
The Green Flash by Tanis Mallow
She lay spooned up against him, taut and lean, stretching almost as long as his six feet. The late afternoon light seeped through the slats in the blinds, now deep yellow and mellow, like the way he felt. Post-coital relaxed, endorphin bliss, something along those lines. He nuzzled her hair, pale blond,
Genesis 19 by delapruch
And there were two guys who could find no other town that would allow them to stay there, as they said that they were angels—winged beasts tramping bare-chested, whose reason for being had never really been established. One day they wandered into Sodom, around 5 PM or so, when everyone was already
