Category Archives: Fiction

holy land of jeans

holy land of jeans

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The Artisan understands that Japanese designers have a fetish for iconic, old-timey Americana—cowboys, most notably, and Wild West mystique. In a store he sees a photo of the gay-bashing war criminal Ronald Reagan in full cowboy regalia, spurs and all, presumably a marketing image from one of his shitty films. more

An International Incident

An International Incident

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“An International Incident” finds Toronto Fraud cop Alex Johnson on vacation in Cuba with a woman and a dilemma. Trouble is, an East German is videotaping a topless French woman, and Alex is inclined to let it slide. His girl, not so much.more

Praactice

Praactice

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I do not stare at my finjers when I type. I am su[osed to toucj the keys lightly.more

of Grandeur

of Grandeur

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I look over my shoulder and I see four policeman, well, actually three policemen and one policewomen, running behind me, the way cops run, with one hand holding their hats down on their heads and the other hand kind of balanced on the butts of their nightsticks so they don’t fly up out of themore

No Harm at All

No Harm at All

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“The scar shifted with each movement, crawling like a snake across his torso, emerging from his shorts just to the right of his belly button, cutting across his chest and ending where his nipple would have been had it not been gouged away by the shrapnel.” more

The Unlovables

The Unlovables

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I felt like kicking in the console or grabbing the steering wheel and driving us off the road, but instead I reset my thoughts on the owner of the Harvard sweatshirt.more

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more

Notorious Thugs

Notorious Thugs

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As soon as we finished packing up our 40s, and taking our open bottles along for the ride, we were headed to the cornfields, our commute narrated by The Notorious B.I.G.more

Mile 183

Mile 183

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Her sigh woke us—Dad from his silent, attentive driving, and us from our screens in the backseat. more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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We’re at it again. On our weekly phone call. Me at the bottom of the world. Her, near the top.more