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If All Hallways Were 2 Feet Wide

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

If all hallways were 2 feet wide I think that I could be happy. I’d pull my little elbows toward my little waist when I’d see you coming along, I’d roll myself in against one …

A Dark Place

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

There were priests there. Must have been taking a lunch break or in town for a conference or seminar or something or other. I imagined a troupe of mimes or construction workers or clowns walking …

The Hookup

Issue No. 243 ~ August, 2017

 You are waiting for him, the man who has promised to bring ropes to tie you up, you naughty thing you. It has been arranged. You placed an ad on a website for like-minded kinky …

Magyar Posta

Issue No. 243 ~ August, 2017

My shadow went missing last night. I woke up to find that it simply wasn’t there. Sunlight streamed through my apartment window, but no shadow appeared on my bed on the second floor. Where had …

Ravenous

Issue No. 243 ~ August, 2017

I notice the raven on the young boy’s wrist while waiting for my mother to obtain copies of her medical records from the surgeon who pieced her ankle back together last winter. The child twisted …

The Magic Carpet

Issue No. 243 ~ August, 2017

Prayers didn’t stop earthquakes. They didn’t stop evil landlords or toothaches, but Hartley prayed anyway because it couldn’t hurt anything and mainly because it was free. What he prayed for was a little outrageous. First, …

Not Drowning, But Waving

Issue No. 242 ~ July, 2017

I was watching Dexie hold his breath underwater, pretending to time him, when I spotted an old friend standing in the shallow end, nursing a drink. I made my way over. “Fuzzy F,” I said. …

Chisos Mountain

Issue No. 242 ~ July, 2017

Bad things happen in these mountains. Patient, enduring, these mountains sit in the heart of the Chihuahuan Desert, where a sinuous Rio Grande River works its way south dividing Texas from Mexico. Here the country …

You’re Here

Issue No. 242 ~ July, 2017

You’re on a middle seat, thirty thousand feet up in the sky. It’s too late to go back, obviously, but that’s all you can think of. Being back on campus, in your room that you …

The Coffee-Wallah Who Wasn’t There

Issue No. 241 ~ June, 2017

“How much?” I asked. “30 rupees,” he said, as he passed two steaming Styrofoam cups of coffee through the car window. He looked distracted, looking over his shoulder. I sipped my coffee and passed on …