Volume 5 Number 1
A can of gasoline weighted the left side of his body, a scale so familiar to his life, a scale layered over the burr of…
I knew features of the bar before I walked in: the cigarette butts curled on the floor like bird shit, the stalls scrawled in bad…
She flicks the foil to the ground and grips the rickety swing chains, two teenage fists wiping grease up and down in a motion she…
Not the regular kind, but Do-It-Yourself. Out in the middle of Utah or Nevada, somewhere hot and brown and desolate. So dry the water felt…
this test, online, and it’s supposed to tell me when I’ll die. It says: July 25, 2055. Instantly, I wish I’d never taken the test….
On Monday, we drive back from the Kilrush grocery store. Two hundred dollars’ worth of food sits in the trunk, and I’m picturing the meals…
The scary ones are the familiar ones. Not the ones where some large, slick reptile appears in our basement and tries to have me for…
Cousin Charlie and I were born twelve years apart, he in 1954 in New York and I in 1966 in California. The last time we’d…
The woman decided to be something less upsetting than a woman. She was tired of losing blood. She said: “I am going to collect teeth.”…
Then there was the time that a young male black bear made its way into Jeff Wheeler’s garage and drank a bunch of his beer….