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My Prostitute

Issue No. 49 ~ June, 2001

When I heard the words, “I can’t find your clitoris,” it occurred to me that hiring a male escort had been a stupid idea. I hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time. I hadn’t slept with anyone I liked for much longer. I wanted …

Closing the Gap

Issue No. 48 ~ May, 2001

A spider lives in a crack in my bedroom wall. The crack is highlighted by white smears where ineffectual insect spray has cleaned away the yellow smoke stains. I see the spider most mornings. It goes to bed as I rise. A huntsman that hunts …

Shameless

Issue No. 47 ~ April, 2001

I wish school would start up again. But it’s July and Mom doesn’t believe in summer camp, where I know my best friend Susie’s kissing Jake DeMoe on the mouth. Normally that’s something I could fix during recess at eleven. But the camp they’re at …

Last Rights

Issue No. 45 ~ February, 2001

Hammy came home. Late that afternoon, I watched our handsome brother step out of the Mt. Shasta blue Merkur he rented at the airport. I ran down the steps of the porch. “You look beautiful.” I threw my arms around his neck. Hammy and I …

On A Scale of One to Three

Issue No. 42 ~ November, 2000

Please indicate your level of agreement with the following statements on a scale of one to three where one equals a firm yes, two equals maybe, and three is a firm no. 1. “I sometimes find myself laughing at other people’s misfortunes, even though I’m …

Doctor Jack-o’-lantern

Issue No. 41 ~ October, 2000

ALL Miss Price had been told about the new boy was that he’d spent most of his life in some kind of orphanage, and that the gray-haired “aunt and uncle” with whom he now lived were really foster parents, paid by the Welfare Department of …

Dune Head

Issue No. 36 ~ May, 2000

It’s 1990, an ugly year, and that’s my brother Joss in the middle of the picture, sitting on his creaking bed in a cell at Wormwood Scrubs prison, West London. He’s shivering, caressing his arms – he’s his own baby. He’s in there for breaking …

Bird Walk

Issue No. 34 ~ March, 2000

“Hey, Sloth,” my father said. I was playing cards on the ground behind the tent. It was the only place in camp that had any shade, and even so I was half in and half out of the sun. My back baked like the dirt. …

Rehearsal

Issue No. 26 ~ July, 1999

A man stood before a group of people. It was his party. He knew each person on the couch, the ones crossed-legged on the rope-rug, the others leaning against the walls near the framed black and white photos and the thumb-tacked poster prints. He even …

The Terminal

Issue No. 25 ~ June, 1999

The whole thing falls apart after we talk for about an hour. He’s told me about the plane, which he’s early for, to his hometown Seattle. And he’s told me about wrestling. The last time he lost was more than three years ago, and now …