Moonie laughed. “You made an appointment to give blood on the day after St. Paddy’s. After taking the day off, telling me we were gonna watch hoops all day. Go fuck yourself, appointment to give blood.”… more
Category Archives: Fiction
Everyone I Know Has a Brother Who Drowned in an Icy Lake Outside Winnipeg
Fiction by Erick BruckerWhen I ask people who haven’t (I’m forced to assume yet) told me about their own brothers whether it seems as though a lot of brothers have been drowning in icy lakes outside of Winnipeg lately, their eyes widen and they say “You know, now that you mention it, it does seem that way.” … more
Two Stories
Fiction by Craig BuchnerEvery interview amounted to the same thing. They began with a group of teens going to the bluffs to party, soak up the sun, drink, and make out. Until someone stopped talking, their eyes drifting off, looking defeated, and then dashing off the cliff.… more
The Brothers Sabatino
Fiction by Conor O'Brian BarnesThe story of a man destined to be damned.… more
Block Party
Fiction by Trent EnglandWill and Alex watch the block party through their bangs and Alex says that they should just leave and catch the next train into Boston, like, who would notice, look at them, they’re all so absorbed in their own shit.… more
Undiscovered Country
Fiction by Jennifer LeeIt is early evening when I pull up to the greenhouse. There is a certain way the light is when it has been raining for days in late May and then at last the clouds break. They are still there, the clouds, the air is still damp, but this light is soft, soft, and it is on my private list of precious things.… more
His Love Has Forgotten Him So He Flew to El Paso
Fiction by Adam SkoweraHe was shirtless with his gut hanging out over his gym shorts, white hair so thick on his chest you might mistake him for a polar bear if the climate weren’t all wrong. To top it all off, the sonavabitch reeked of sweat and gasoline.… more
The Long Haul
Fiction by Jen MichalskiHe cooked with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a can of Coors in his left hand and whisper-sang Van Halen songs with sexual innuendos that completely eclipsed mine and Joelle’s comprehension. … more
Octopus
Fiction by Guy BiedermanI realized by using the high notes of the chords as a melodic line, and by the right harmonic progression, I could play what I heard inside me. That’s when I was born. – Charlie Parker WITHOUT A TRACE Entering into the murky depths only one word comes into click click focus: Gone Gone Gone… more
