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Virulence

Issue No. 178 ~ March, 2012

With my assistance, soon she was shitfaced for real and the media briefing culminated in a kind of battle royal, the president exiting on a telescopic ladder dangling from a Marine One helicopter like a flaccid proboscis.

The Heat

Issue No. 178 ~ March, 2012

He motioned towards a lounge chair in the corner of the room, and she sat down in it. He grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator across the room. He popped off the caps and held one out towards her.

Toe Deep In Water

Issue No. 178 ~ March, 2012

I am a genius. I repeat this ten times over every morning in a mirror no bigger than a tea-towel.

Marking Time: New Orleans

Issue No. 177 ~ February, 2012

Driving into the French Quarter I immediately feel the warmth of the narrow, hugging streets and the invitation to arrive in this city feels honest.

The Unigirl

Issue No. 177 ~ February, 2012

Hannah was the name that I chose for myself. It was feminine but solid, not slutty.

Blind Spot

Issue No. 177 ~ February, 2012

It was Goff who began the rubber band thing. He sent the occasional red or green projectile flying across desks and between cubicles.

A Dog Called Nigeria

Issue No. 176 ~ January, 2012

I felt their gaze blazing on my skin; bearing down on me; urging me to spend more time; asking me not to leave because leaving meant leaving them again to their silence; to the hushed voices that were haunting their minds and telling them what they already knew- This is not us.

Digging All the Way to California

Issue No. 176 ~ January, 2012

Like other twelve-year olds, the emperor has a taste for the unusual. A flock of geese fly overhead. It's a common enough sight in this part of China, but these geese are harnessed to a kite the size of a rice field. Thirteen eunuchs hold up a canopy that covers the emperor's sedan chair to keep their master from being bombarded by the offal from the geese.

Don’t Tell Me Why

Issue No. 175 ~ December, 2011

When we finish, I see he has the gun, so I can’t do anything, like get away, which was what I was hoping for, and he ties me up again. Afterwards, because it’s drier down there, he slides back underneath the platform.

They Live on the Water

Issue No. 175 ~ December, 2011

“I’m going back out to look for her,” Elena said. He looked up from his desk and saw her backlit in the doorway of his office. “You want to come with me?”