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Flatonia

Flatonia

Billy Slauson got word through a mass text message today that everyone on the late shift would be getting drunk. “Getting drunk?” he thought. “I can do that.” Thursday’s a good day for it too. Things are slow on Thursdays, and Billy’s the only manager on the shift. The only regular who comes in is […]

Venom

Venom

              My hand rests on the rusting door window, and smoke rises from the warm cigarette between my fingers. I’m reclined in the driver’s seat; the sole of my left sneaker held to my shoe by white threads, visible under faded jeans, and my ankles are crossed on the dashboard. I’ve got that feeling […]

The Girl in the Black Raincoat

The Girl in the Black Raincoat

“How long do we have to stay at this thing?” Norm moaned. “Would you stop your bitching. It’s a party,” Freddy said. “It’s supposed to be fun.” “You do realize that we hated most of the people here when we went to school with them,” said Jason. “There are going to be a lot of […]

Pyro

Just one glance, and it’s like whiskey steaming through my body. Lana, so close. I wait. I crouch by the violet in the setting sun. My eyes can watch you my fingers can feel you my mouth can taste you. *** You work at the JH Market on 7th Ave. Owned by the Korean pair […]

Bodies

Bodies

  In one of many cramped Brooklyn two-bedrooms on 16th Street, Maria and her parents are readying themselves for another day. Their apartment consists of a narrow hallway like a train track which runs past the bathroom and bedrooms and eventually turns a corner, spilling into the kitchen. It is the best Maria’s parents could […]

Dream

The night after the race, I went to sleep with violent dreams. They crashed against my consciousness, dark waves against a lone lighthouse in the night. I held on, terrified that the light would be extinguished. I awoke with a start. I was trembling; my covers were soaked.  I looked out my window at the […]

The Cartographer’s Son

The cartographer’s son both young and bold Found enchantment in his father’s art So he took bee’s honey, burnished and gold And applied it with care to an abandoned chart He spread thick sweetness, end to end Encompassing meadows and the village crops For long he labored, and when finished he penned: “A treat – […]

Rain

What’s that smell? That’s where it all starts. Always. You sniff, and you need to know. Some do it better than others. Me, I do it decent. I’m not like one of these guys who can identify every little particle. I wish. But I get a whiff of it, and I need to know. Like […]