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Shedding Your Skin by Heath Corlew
"the kids' going-crazy-happy-dance / ode to bart" (photo by Flickr user Micaela Go) An old college friend of mine hung himself yesterday. We played footy together and sometimes he would drive me around in his truck and we would listen to Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash while I would
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The Ego Massage by Timothy Sweeney
I wanted to help her. She seemed like she needed help. Of course, the not-so-hidden subtext is that she was very attractive. Men go out of their way to help girls that are very attractive. We kid ourselves into believing that we are extremely altruistic, but if you add forty pounds, a couple warts, and
Skyla’s Dreamcake by Louis Marvin
“I want to swim with a mermaid.” —Skyla, 5 yrs. Because I’m 5, I can’t decide what kind of cake I want. So I had a dream. And I… I dreamed my pillow… was a dreamcake. Baked by baker fairies named Wiff, Pritz and Larry. I got icing in my ear, and a candle stuck in the other.
The Ripper by Kimmy Beach
She’s right in there with her tongue depressor dripping green paste, her cloth strips and mercifully warm hands. I’m not sure how I got talked into this. Rebecca gave me a gift certificate for my 40th and I thought maybe I’d get a nice pedicure. There’s no going back. We’re half done. If we
A Night of Fine Art and Danson by Greg Linfield
I sit in an empty subway car on a Tuesday night. At the next stop a man gets on. He looks left. He looks right. He takes the seat beside me. It is impossible not to stare. He has another face tattooed over his own. “Like the art?” he asks. “It’s Ted Danson from Cheers. Actual size. Got it
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.
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
