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Altered Beast

Issue No. 166 ~ March, 2011

There’s a guy living in my storage room. I noticed it about a month ago, when I went into the basement of my apartment building to drop off a box full of old Evil Dead posters I’d collected at college poster sales.

Salsa

Issue No. 165 ~ February, 2011

She concentrated-posture, frame, steps, smile-but by the time the song ended she couldn't help smiling, beaming really, and her partner let her go with a "gracias," and a slight bow.

We Are All Together in the End

Issue No. 165 ~ February, 2011

Thunderheads gathered over the green mountains every afternoon into a sure rainstorm, and yet they moved off to other valleys before the rain fell. The truth about life is

The Way of It

Issue No. 164 ~ January, 2011

For fifteen years, I have trained to kill the old man. I am good with a knife and can ooze my way through a dark room, but there is a ritual to uphold, the ritual the old man learned from his teacher.

Interstate Nocturne

Issue No. 163 ~ December, 2010

I’m smashing my own hole through the star-freckled night, nothing around to be sucked into my trail except a few small animals that trickle out of the humps of forest the highway splits.

One Dentist, Many Frogs

Issue No. 163 ~ December, 2010

The frogs, the unemployed men sitting at tables in cafes and restaurants were sometimes compelled by night or rain or no money in the pocket to disappear.

“No kiss?”

Issue No. 162 ~ November, 2010

He played guitar and wrote stories on the back of paper targets and sent me to get milk shakes for him when his sugar was low and he was feeling tired but couldn’t shake his customers; a diabetic, he told me he would die young. I was 16 and in love with him. And a boy.

Edwin Floating

Issue No. 162 ~ November, 2010

Edwin nodded approvingly. This was the way they had always done it, spinning the world soft in gossamer humor, diving under, pulling it up over their heads, safe

Image Wasteland

Issue No. 161 ~ October, 2010

And on the fifth day the artist knelt down and wrapped his arms around the wild beast, bringing it to the surface of his neck and chest.

Play Date

Issue No. 161 ~ October, 2010

The walls of his living room began closing in. Old feelings returned and gripped his heart in its fist. Standing abruptly, he grabbed his keys and cigarettes and slammed the door on his way out of the house.