BENDING THE TRUTH AT THE LOCAL BRANCH

Gauguin quit the bank at 44. I think it was Gauguin. He always wanted the world to be mesmerized by orange, pink, and the color of the sea drying out on some canvas. It must have been all that mahogany that got him to go. Do I have the right guy? Men and women leave...

Crush

I have been grinding my teeth in my sleep. I buried my grandfather. I have been waking up at 6am without an alarm clock. I went to the dentist for the first time since my dad left. I am having feelings again. You can replace teeth. I am normally good at ignoring the...

Bump

Behind the playground, up in the dark woods, lives a man, my classmates say, who’ll eat us if we stray there. I’d pay to see that, as long as it isn’t me he eats. Maybe Bucky Haggard, who picks on me, or the little girl who sits behind me and...

A Scary Time

In the middle of the day on a Friday afternoon in the first week of August in the Summer of 1981, when I only thirteen years old, my mother accidentally put me in the washing machine with some dirty clothes and put me through two full wash cycles. At four foot eleven...

Garage Pockets

At my yard sale, I promoted a pencil sharpener for 50 cents.   Everything in my lawn sold out. Old records, glow in the dark bouncy balls, cigar boxes of rubber stamps, lamps   shaped like missiles. I even sold a tin can full of dead earwigs, told a kid they were...

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...

Bend Genres With Us!

Join our mailing list to receive the latest updates about new issues, contests, submission periods, and workshops.

You have Successfully Subscribed!

Pin It on Pinterest