SLAB VII – Big Bruiser Dope Boy

I’d begun breaching the subject of my anality during this time. Aside from the occasional peeled vegetable, my main utensil was a toy maraca no longer than a marker with a blue bulb and black handle. During the second week of two-a-days, when by then I’d been conditioned to them enough to indulge in the […]

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Something On a Hill – Wayland Tracy

The sun was too bright that day and it was upsetting my goats. Some of them took to charging the children playing in the outskirts of the crowd. Kids just rolling in the dirt, not really seeing the parade or knowing what it was. I don’t know if they called it a parade. Anyway, my […]

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Pirate Cove- Benjamin DeVos

I work at a seafood restaurant called Pirate Cove, as a waiter/pirate impersonator. The restaurant’s built to look like a ship, with oars, sails, and anchors hanging from the walls. When I get there, I change into my costume, which includes a shirt with an built-in vest, a sash, a belt with a buckle, puffy […]

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High School Girls – Jon Berger

I played basketball with Andrea every day in gym class in 8th grade. She was on the basketball team and she always beat me by a lot. We always laughed and I could never make a basket. But I didn’t know who I was until I started high school. I remember picking up my schedule […]

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Two Poems – Rebekah Morgan

Is the mold safe to eat   Shout out to the sea anemone Burrowing into the fine-ass-sediment of the deep ocean blue I’m jealous of you piddlin’ around like that   Finally, yet with some difficulty I’m my own best friend   Tellin’ myself to not be complicit I say to myself “girl, it’s okay […]

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Author Interview – Bud Smith

We’re trying something different this week – one story followed by an interview with the author. The inaugural edition goes to the wonderful and generous BUD SMITH, where we talk about his books WORK and F-250 and life in general.   FO: In WORK, you write “Life was wide open” right after you quit the […]

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Schwimps – Bud Smith

The albino got drunk and captured a flamingo. I mean, there was a lot leading up to it, I’ll tell you some. There was a whole life, really. He put in for time off from work. He had a factory job putting wood modeling glue in plastic containers. They liked him there. He was the […]

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Mikey – Daniel Hand

Mikey had a steel pellet in his brain. The neighbor boy had fired into his temple and scrambled his language center. That’s why he struggled with complete sentences. What he managed was to yell out affirmations, a yup or truth or no doubt. In the rare instance he got upset, he went for fuck. He […]

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Three Poems – Darren C. Demaree

THE ROUTINE: PICK UP FROM PRESCHOOL   There are so many mothers that could give a shit about including a father   in any sort of play group or car pool scenario & that is fine with me.   My son & I, we play longer on the playground. We have McDonald’s   in the […]

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Of Freedom and Ruin – Leah Johnson

You said, “We don’t cry for dead people here,” and I couldn’t tell if you were talking to me or yourself. You said, “We don’t mourn, we take,” and I wanted to place my hands over your lips. To suffocate the language that had made you more monster than man. There was no small violence […]

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