by Laura Stephenson | Feb 4, 2020 | CNF, Issue Thirteen
Everyone’s in a tizzy at work over our co-worker but I’m not surprised. I text my friend, yo girl, haven’t seen you for a while. She replies, what a doozy of a week— District Psych Ward —phone use supervised. I think, doesn’t this happen to everyone eventually? When...
by Jim Mentink | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
It happens when you can’t swing more than five hundred a month in the city; they don’t put screens in your windows. One bedroom, no air-conditioning, hotter than average summer, so the window had been open all that day and into the night. It was the only...
by Clara Barnhart | Feb 4, 2020 | Issue Thirteen, Poetry
Youngest Goofy. He’s goofy. That is the second most frequent comment made about him. It’s something in the way he moves, when he cocks his head back and slumps his shoulders forward, smiles and guffaws when he’s amused. The first most frequent comment made about him...
by Stephen Ground | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
Colin woke up strapped to a cold, steel table, wrists and ankles bound with thick leather. Bleary, he squinted to see beyond the mucus-yellow halo beaming down from a jerry-rigged fixture, his mouth crammed and eerily hollow. He wondered how they looked. How much had...
by Linda Ravenswood | Feb 4, 2020 | Issue Thirteen, Poetry
We are Gen X we never get old I mean we get old but we never crack like the rest we’re Gen X we look younger than millennials – sorry millennials – why don’t you plug in your car and cry – it’ll be just a sec til both your parents / still...
by Susannah Breslin | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
Tripp Towers, male porn star, sat on the bench, his penis in his hand. It was late afternoon, and his dick had been hard since that morning, when he’d injected it with the drug so he could get it up and get through the performance that he was about to do in the next...
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