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When the Walls Tipped In

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

We were twelve years old when the walls tipped in we were twelve years old and then some. We were twelve years old but that couldn’t be right and our eyes, they were getting very bad. We were twelve years old or one hundred and …

Take Me Under Your Golden Wing

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

I was sitting on the porch swing, smoking, when Gala found the owl while trimming the bushes and plucking flowers from the row of hedges along the back of the yard even though the landlord had caught her once and told her to stop. She’d …

Life Events

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

In a dark, cold courtroom five judges sat behind five raised desks, draped in shadows. One of the judges, a black woman called Cafferty, yawned behind clenched fist. Another judge, called the Moderator, shot her a glance. And his look hung in the air long …

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 of the walls, I’d laugh, I’d splay myself flat like …

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 in. At the moment, the most I could read into …

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 men—the tagline: Good Looking Guy In Need of Being Tied …

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 I left my shadow? We came home late last night. …

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 about to kneel in his chair to watch the morning …

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, he prayed that his boss, Kiplinger would stop making his …

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. “I thought that was you.” “That’s Dr. Fuzzy F to …