Issue Three

Glospak

Dense cloud smothered the town, drizzling on the predawn pavements and blurring the streetlight.  In damp hands cupped against biting wind I lit a cigarette and exhaled a cloud that whipped away before it could form. Over the eastern hills a cold line of sun filtered...

The Snout Pointing Toward Sunset

Just a name. “It’s really amazing, Cousin Adam told me as we filled our plates with potato salad and fried chicken at the family reunion. “Two babies, born to one woman, five months apart.” “That’s not possible, unless…” I said, thinking preemies happen, but five...

Organs of Labor and Love

Tendon             There’s never been any doubt in my mind of that. I’ve always felt that I could reach out to you at any time, reaching for and then reaching you, that thing which remains within and out of reach. Some things don’t warrant an explanation. The muscle...

Heroes

When I was a child, I had a great-uncle, who I barely remember. The same is true of one of our dogs. I can say that the uncle’s name was Paul, and that the dog’s name was Rinty. The uncle was an alcoholic who no one liked to kiss. The dog was a German Shepherd who I...

Me, Once

To my surprise, I saw you at the gym yesterday for the first time in ten years in a cut-off white tee and grey sweat shorts to your oak knot knees talking to a trainer, writhing your pale earthworm mouth in that recognizable, inarticulate way. You are less tall than I...

Oddity

Clement weather ahead, I bound out of my bedroom and lunge across the continent. In poor, broken Greek I ask for directions to the nearest beach and all arms point south. I drop in to a restaurant named after a cat known as Marguerite and nibble cured meats as the sun...

LAND OF THE LION

My wife, daughter and I arrive in Singapore after midnight. Heat hits us as we walk out of the airport. We wait on a sidewalk and in a short time are met by a car and driver. We ride into the city in the dark. Before the sun rises, I go out to look for a convenience...

Life Is a Dandy

New Halloween idea: buy health insurance for the undead, they’re paper animals, a side of Eli Whitney and Lou Reed's solo work, this is what I really need: some burgundy and Celine, oh hold me, you pseudo sexual anarchists, maybe I'll become a really big knave  ...

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