Operator Get Me Jesus On the Line
byIt was a world of tired, antagonistic men and he was a kid. He hung out with his father a lot and would do most anything to please him or…
Stories
Fat Man in the Bathtub
byOne day Curly Mirrors woke up. He was cold as fuck with a headache that could split a locust stump. You’d think the headache would be a clue, but it…
Yeti
byIT LAYS DEAD BEFORE ME, ITS SKULL CRACKED. The tree bore no injury. Grasping the kill by the neck, I move toward the mountain. Little drops of red fall upon…
Subway Advice for LeBron James
by“OLDER BROTHER.” I STOPPED FOR A SECOND THE OTHER DAY WHEN THAT PHRASE SAT UP IN MY MIND. I was walking through Washington Square Park with a few slices of…
Orbit
byTHEY HAVE ERASED ME FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY NOW. The one they sent to the papers with all of us sat outside the refectory. They do that, you know. The…
Thrown Back into the Ocean
byHE EXPECTED TO SEE HER, IN A WILD DRAPE OF FISHERMEN’S NET, her mouth open for air, like the koi carp that ran up to you where large carp were…
War Songs
byEVEN BEFORE HE WAS BORN, HIS HOUSE HAD TAKEN ON THE SIZE AND SHAPE OF WAR. This in itself was not surprising; war can be a liquid or a gas;…
Cold Goodbye
byARTIE WAITS FOR ME OUTSIDE MY MOTHER’S PLACE ON FRIDAY NIGHT, leaning against a parking meter with his crutch tucked under his arm. He pulls a plaster cast out of…
Perfectly Shaped Head
byI HAVE A PERFECTLY SHAPED HEAD. When Momma pushed me out, into the hands of a sticky-fingered midwife, I was as malleable as clay. The old woman pressed her thumbs…
Streaks
byI. THE FIRST STREAK APPEARS WHEN TABITHA IS SITTING on her living room floor surrounded by hair accessories—scarves, hair ties, headbands, bobby pins, an upturned hairbrush she keeps moving out…