Volume 3 Number 2
Octopi especially love to whisper: “What a bastard you are.” Mine looks more like a squid, but with a darker shade of purple. Although he’s…
You know the kind. She takes her panties off but you’re scrubbing at the pie tin, the aluminum pie tin, because you don’t want to…
We listen to the hum and buzz of it. The whorl of the hissing black film. The click and clack. We hear a voice we…
The Italian pasta and the ginger seem safe, but the flour and the beans have already been infested with tiny balls that crush between your…
I think about Dawn or CVS brand dish soap. I think “This one?” I think, “Yes, Cottonelle. Yes, clean-feeling ass.” I think, ,about sneezing but…
Until now I have been desperate and young all my life. A whirlpool is spider webbing a ship, and I am on-duty, receiving the distress…
You have no objection, I’m sure, to a nude scene. You can disrobe now if you wish. You can take off each piece of that…
When he’s tired he never sleeps or even closes his eyes. She doesn’t seem to either. Instead, she picks her scabs and skin like bananas,…
Barrett Price hands me the tattered magazine, a scroll mapping out the kingdom of animal souls, Why I Love My American Pit Bull stamped on…