Volume 2 Number 2
A red fox in a black garbage bag was my first, and then the countless possums, coons, and the squirrels—for them I just use paper…
The group of trees behind our house that I called a forest burned down when I was 12. I never told anyone that Ben and…
I couldn’t see over the dashboard when we hit it, but my father described it as a red flash sucked beneath the beam of his…
I saw the beacon from far away. It was red and glowing. I was on a horse. I was Paul Revere. It was my 5th…
Gimme a steamin’ bowl of Mississippi crawdads. And jumbo shrimp so big I’ll need a knife and fork to eat ‘em. Baby back ribs, spicy,…
The dogs are out back. The dogs are out front. The dogs are a flying fur fortress of spit and of snarl, holding the whole…
I. Notice how even the ringmaster, dazzling in his sequined ensemble, is unsure of his talent: the whip firmly in hand, the frantic pacing in…
The most vile and hideous beings gathered at midnight in a clearing near the tomb of an ancient war criminal. Mugs of mead spilled down…
He tells me I wouldn’t survive on the East Side. He tells me I wouldn’t survive on the West Side. He’s talking about Detroit. I…