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Chimichanga

Issue No. 221 ~ October, 2015

I’m just gonna swoop in and out. Two minutes. Double park. Flashers on. Quick, so I decide there is no need to dress. My formal work coat hides stained sweats. I’m wearing sneakers and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. The one you washed a hundred times. …

Higgs Morning

Issue No. 221 ~ October, 2015

You wake up at noon.   Or rather, at noon:   Gathering Potential of Self-Disgust (n) becomes so great that it exceeds Power Required For Upright (α).   ∫= Lim(n→∞) ≥ α   ∴∫ = 12:00, but First Alarm was set for 7:59 and you …

Cigarettes

Issue No. 221 ~ October, 2015

When I am hungry for a cigarette, really hungry for a cigarette, I knock on Mrs. Patterson’s door. I pace first, peer through my peep hole looking for signs and listening for sounds that she is at home. I count and recount loose change hoping …

Perfecting Paradoxes

Issue No. 220 ~ September, 2015

My apartment. Oh, my apartment. How it breaks Kuwaiti taboo. I live in it as an unwed person. Abuse it like a true bachelor. Against Kuwaiti norms. Against Kuwaiti laws. With blind eyes turning every which way. Cash is king, second to corruption. I rent …

Fleas

Issue No. 220 ~ September, 2015

I told the cops, “We went as far as the car would take us.” “Why don’t we go over this one more time,” the first cop says, shaking his head. I begin again. “When it ran out of gas, we had to abandon it behind …

The Jerry Can

Issue No. 220 ~ September, 2015

When I saw Melita walking across the street with a jerry can, I took note. It was not so much the jerry can that intrigued me, it was her leaving her house. I’d never actually seen her in the full light of day and her …

I Love Us In The Springtime

Issue No. 219 ~ August, 2015

Us on a concrete park bench, my hand in my pocket, until he pulls it out and makes room for his. His hand in my pocket, and his other hand in his own pocket. My hands flounder, in his hair, at my knees, wherever. Fine. …

On The Verge

Issue No. 219 ~ August, 2015

“It’s like I have a burnt spot in my brain. I don’t even know what I know. Maybe you should be talking to someone else.” Clara stops. The TV crew waits. A look flits across her face, her attention has passed behind a screen of …

Korean Sojourn

Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

His attitude turned to one of amazement when he walked out of the hotel and into the crisp morning. Seoul’s tired streets now looked like Fifth Avenue. Here was a Benetton, nearby a Coach, and a Starbucks on every corner. America, with its potholed roads, crumbling buildings, and panhandlers, was a second-class country in comparison.

Of Mice and Keyboard

Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

Whenever the mega millions reached 100 million, a bunch of us in the office would start a pool: Dana in Communications, Angela in Programs, Umang the web guy, Barry in Finance, and me in IT. We didn’t tell the managers. They made too much money. …