Fiction

The Sound of Broken Glass

The small Asian man driving the bus didn’t care that we were in the back getting drunk and making the other passengers uncomfortable. He had a destination. His apathy toward...

The Secret Game

There’s a man sitting alone on a park bench. The sun goes slow above him and a long time later a woman in all white happens past. She’s sweating and...

The Return of Crows

They said the crows fled the desert. They said anywhere crows will not live is nowhere for anyone to stay. But Aurelio knew of life in the desert. He’d heard...

The Internet in the Occident

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The Amity Between Acromegaly and Crocodiles: An Excerpt from Vampire Drive

It became a regular thing. Attending bacchanals and hopping jazz nights at The Green Tree Lounge bathed in luxurious purple light, administering a shoehorn to his thermally-ensocked heels to slip...

The Ai Wei Wei Industry

Ai Weiwei, the famous Chinese artist and political dissident, appeared at a Handan police station one late spring afternoon. His hair was very gray, and his blue floral shirt was...

Terra Firma

In my dreams I never fly.


Spread Your Legs and Wait

(Finally. So many years gone and flushed down the toilet—between the both of us millions of miles traveled and oh so many hours spent re-tracing the steps moving away and...

So Many Seasons

An old man stood outside a roadside café that doubled as a pump station, breathing out heavy air that could’ve been smoke from his cigarette or late November biting his...

Slow Process

About ten months ago, I began the slow process of beating my ball sack flat. I started slow, as I am very patient. Initially, I used the back of a...

Shooter

He began to dwell on hundredths of a second passed and accumulated unused instead of firing his pistol. Each step a moment of a moment. Release, aim, fire, return. The...

Oven Women

No woman would fuck the wheat-stalk-cock men. The dry stems tore the tender flesh of teenage vulvas. Women tired of finding kernels in their panties, of itching for days, of...

On Drones

As I write this my drone is walking the dog.


Notes Toward More Notes Towards Nothing

I pathologize sunlight from a vantage point located inside thoughts of eyeballs other than mine. All my trousers are crotchless in the dreams of little girls. Or so I’m told....

Mine, or Inside the Shadow

“Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.”
—H.P. Lovecraft


Lentes Oscuros

“Opinion, whether well or ill founded, is the governing principle of human affairs.”


Ladykillers

Audrey couldn’t stop thinking about her daughter naked. She’d gone to the grocery store because she found it therapeutic: the achievement in finding the perfect peach, the authoritative control of...

King Kong

I saw something disturbing today. I was at work, manning the counter, when a man in a T-shirt walked by. At first glance he was nondescript: pale and plain and...

Jesus Christ, Boy Detective: The Early Bird Gets the Shaft

“Will this work,” Ben Jones asks, forcing himself to stand still against the wall.


Ixodes: A Fable

“People at first were not so much concerned with what the story meant; what they wanted to know was where these lotteries were held, and whether they...

Hungry Ghosts

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2006. Hungry Ghost Festival. This is the year I felt my brain was a single chicken stock cube, and could accept nothing further. I spent many hours in...

Hot Time in the Old Town

Stacked like flapjacks, those buggy months. Only the middle stays hot while I run yellow as butter with raw cats screaming round all my wrists. Do you see what I’m...

Henrietta

Henrietta


God Hates Phags

The editor of this fine publication initially asked that I share 1600-1800 words on the history of durophagous terminology. He hoped for a brief examination of why many of us...

Full.

“Well makers lead the water where ever they like, Fletchers bend the arrow,
Carpenters bend a log of wood,
Good people fashion themselves.”

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Fools Like Me

Greenman dreamed of their first meeting, seven years ago, during his final year of college and her first of law school.


Ee’d Plebinista’s Alabaster Tuckus

A star-striped rabbit fixed to her barrel a lacy blue umbrella. Homer and Shakespeare sat—marbles
rolling red; legs bloomed into a lotus pose—stoned under a mushrooming cloud with a...

Domesticity

His favorite dish is a kind of beef casserole: macaroni, hamburger, tomato sauce and sliced-up hotdog all mixed together and baked. He dumps clots of grated cheese over it and...

Caudex Valley

A knife falls in my dream.


BZ Signal Forever

Geoffrey was an as-yet-unidentified level-three offender living in the upper-Midwest who worked in the private sector and had every intention of repeating what he referred to as his “physical yum-yum”...

Bullet in Face

Reykjavik goes down with Asperger’s, as racists eat beluga whale in a palace in Addis Ababa. The new Batman scalps one child prostitute too many at a bunga bunga party...

Barak

Her shadow painted the glass stench of mink or crisp dollar. The child under me missed recess. I told her act coy. A woman chopped paths through piss-heavy air before...

Aimless

Without his glasses he could see nothing but tones and blur, edges charred and bleeding. Speckles of candlelight flit and fumble in a glass of water. She takes a sip,...

A Temple Your Father Found

You are tending the fields with your father and the others when Ixlan comes to you, running through the green staves rising from the earth, calling your name.


A Devil of Infected Confetti

We can hear the talk radio reverberating from Dad’s open windows through the Rhododendrons two blocks away as he drives home from work. I know nothing of the numbers and...