She a temple goddess anorexia.Fourteen good men (or decent or giving it their best) died to open sideways like butterfly wings her scarred and swollen throat, airing, her weightless and passing as windspent cloud. Powder… Read More »Bloo Skiddoo by Gregory Yelnish
maintenance guy with gonorrhea in his knee takes a hit of wax from a hot knife out behind the compact tractor; Pantera blasting on your brother’s stereo system because Mom deleted his World of Warcraft… Read More »Carved Up Flesh Dissolving in Molten Lye by C. Morgenrede
The IPO launched: none of us would work another day in our lives. After midnight, we all smashed beer bottles against our eyes. We bled profusely onto carpeted floors, onto all the beaming shards of… Read More »If the News Is Fake, Imagine History by Z.H. Gill
The first time it happened it was an idea. I watched a screen inches from my face and it felt like me. I shook my head and the view shook with me. I look to… Read More »One Night in Green Hill Zone by Gwen Hilton
Sometimes when I’m sitting too long I tell myself to stand up but I never do. Stand up, I say to myself, but I ignore myself and I think that’s just the way it is,… Read More »The Sitter by Gregory Yelnish
________________________ crawling along. Apart irrational contraptions seeking meat breathing struggle rasping crunch crackle lungs. Splintered bone pieces float in a water glass. litch particulate danc stain on shaggy carpet crawled with insects. Large box television… Read More »Rbl Zpt by David Sprehe
sovereign citizenparticipating inpaper terrorism;nighttime auroraattracting fireflies;Daily Workers rise upunder the Morning Star;Malayan Emergency,fist-gripping the hair ofsevered civilian heads;pussy-whipping men intopleading insanity andbelieving dumb fallacies; american military photographer Ronald Haeberle looks into a well in My… Read More »every word is a shared needle by C. Morgenrede
I dripped. I dripped in from very far away until I was midst the winged ones, their wingspan cradle draped in snow crystal feathers securing me. The spaces encircling us ripped and the slit curled… Read More »swollen by David Sprehe
The left tells me the coasts are sinking into the sea and India is building coal power plants and nuclear is evil and I don’t have a car but I used to drive a Tahoe… Read More »Seagram’s by Jon Doughboy
“There is a molecule of shame in everything I write,” Noah told his gf A.A. on their n-th date. After they first had sex, Cupid stood at a small altar made of cinder blocks burning… Read More »LOW BUDGET OF THE MIND’S SPECIAL EFFECTS by Jesse Hilson