How do you starve a hillbilly to death?… more
Category Archives: Fiction
PLANTAINS
Fiction by Josh BoardmanThe plantain is black. It is black. It is black yet it has lightened. It is black yet it feels healthy elastic. The peel hardens up and goes cold. It is a black plantain yet there are signs of stirring life. New grassy hairs the color of wood shavings uncurl from the place where the… more
In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)
Fiction by Mack EisenmannIf Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.… more
Bachelor Party
Fiction by Nicholas A. WhiteWe first saw the homeless man while stopped at an intersection on the way to Waffle House. Chet and Tadd—two of McCoy’s fraternity brothers—sat in the bed of the truck, already buzzed and anxious to officially start the bachelor weekend festivities. “Chet’s got a history with this sort of thing,” McCoy said. “With what?” I… more
Elliptical
Fiction by Jeremy G GriffinTragedy, you’ve discovered, has a way of skewing time, speeding up the aging process: one day you wake up and you’re an oafish old man just trying to hold onto whatever is left. … more
Tiny Homes
Fiction by Kyle BilinskiShe never pitched my shit out a window—clothes, laptop, record player—like breakups on TV. … more
My Girlfriend
Fiction by Michael MazzaMy girlfriend has more money than I will make in my entire lifetime–one hundred lives. She’s ambitious and self-made. The handbag boutique, which bears her name in New York, Tokyo and Milan, sold for $45 million. That’s a lot of money, but not enough money to get someone killed and get away with it. Not that she wants someone killed—just saying.… more
One Night In Rapid City
Fiction by S.W. CampbellAn isolated man in his hotel room find himself unable to move past his own ruminations. … more
He Do Everything Big
Fiction by T.L.SimpsonThey pinch and prod him. Children ask to feel his muscles. Women run their hands on his chest, feeling the shape and firmness—something none of them have ever felt in their own men. They giggle like high school girls. Beau smiles and nods and hugs and says “yes sir” more times than Anna Carol can count.… more
