Issue Nine

Upside Down in a State of Torpor

If I were a hummingbird, this IV would drip up, into my median metatarsal vein. That’s the highest logical venipuncture point for my current position. I’m awake, yet not; alive? Eh. I’ve been here all night, since servicing the ladies at Eagle Grove Care Center. Those...

The Goolabong Man

The Goolabong man is real and waits under the overpass of I-70 and State Highway 178. He wears his heart on his proverbial sleeve and slurps mildewed coffee from weathered Starbucks cups that he finds on the ground next to used condoms, wads of Kleenex, and empty...

Lady Bugs

When Dexter talks, all the adults listen. ‘Gee, he’s so smart our boy’, whispers May, just loud enough to make sure us kids will hear. He hovers by her side, all polished white teeth and retainer smile. ‘Emily, why don’t you take your cousin outside so you two can get...

Daily Dose

            It took me hours to figure out how to press Mom’s ashes into pills. Not because it’s particularly hard to find a pill press or research how it’s done but because the internet is a distracting place....

The Side Show

When you step off the path trod by billions you think: Never trust someone who daydreams of unicorns and those who define their desires in those who do. Once inside, you witness those who take dreams to their extremes. They break your heart incessantly with their...

Tessellate

Huge, tent-like, a curve of mirrors and empty offices overshadows a small steel fountain and its artificial concrete pool, encircled by fast-food restaurants and cafés and an IMAX cinema. The fountain is illuminated by slowly-shifting mood lighting, and replenished by...

Dots, and Ilium

Dots The waves curl and crest. Churn and break. Again and again. Like our breath. Escaping into summer air. We were so young then. Our bodies, Rushmore and Everest, to the ants crawling the grass beneath us. We were giants watching stars and under-bellies of planes....

Rainbow

Let's say you're wandering along a tree-lined road in South Kensington, feeling the warm, afternoon sun on your face and thinking about your date with whats-his-name that evening. Say your mum calls and you say, 'what, what, I can't hear you?,' move away from the...

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