Issue Four

The Fire

Once, she asked him, Did you hear about the hotel on fire? They were in bed late on a Tuesday. By then, he supposed, it was Wednesday. You’re dreaming, he said. No, she insisted. It was that one in Dubai that had caught fire the year before. It was blazing again, she...

Rust

Outside the café where they’d eaten lunch, he decisively turned to her and asked what color were her daughter’s eyes—her daughter was so observant, it was important to know what her eyes looked like. Her stomach tightened inside her dress, thin fabric wafting in the...

Bicycle

But did she return? Gail Scott, The Obituary 1. He paints a bicycle on her shoulder blade. Etches. The needle cadence, carves. Her red utility design, a bicycle like hers. He stretches canvas skin. She is topless, lying on her stomach, and paying for the privilege of...

Another Way

I still wonder where they went, where they are now. My father dropped me off at school that morning thirty minutes early so he could drive across the state for a new construction job, his hands squeezing the steering wheel of his old truck and a wad of dip bulging in...

Sibling Rivalry, etc.

Sibling rivalry: a game for all the family (no it’s not) (yes it is) (that’s not fair, you always take her side) A game for 2-6 players (if you have more than 5 siblings, we suggest our Deluxe Sumo edition) Object of the game The object of the game is to covet and...

the black spot is healed…

the black spot is healed… —Leviticus 13 I figure the last nursing home suspected me, which is why I was fired. But the residents’ souls spoke, and I listened. I’m proud of the people I helped in the United States of America. It was hard work. I offered transition,...

Calle de los Hijos, and Basement

Calle de los Hijos When I asked where the jarred monkey head came from, Dan said, ohhh, just from a magician friend of mine. There’s a nice garden out back, brass bed and a black cat, but there’s also a vulture claw, some petrified lizards, and a perfect alligator...

Reincarnation Has No Sense Of Time

he dies with his hands on the throat of some whore, no chance to register ‘”What…?’ before a baby girl cries, lifted from her mother’s thighs.  Karma on her trail. Another time for girls, back then, she’s boiled alive, again and again, insults, drudgery, beatings,...

Scratch-Offs

Look it up in French. I’ve always wanted to put my feet up. How do you say that in French? Negligee? Negligee like the tweaker with the puka shell necklace. Tailgatin’ every car on the road with his daddy’s old Ford truck. Real old. Only gets to drive it cause daddy...

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