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Radio, Active Decay

Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

The cherries of our cigarettes pulse like exit signs outside the front door, drive away flies.

Lunch on the Grass

Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

They won’t ask realistic questions because they will be too shocked with style to fixate on content.


Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

She took the gnawed white pencil with the heart-shaped eraser and marked the wall calendar for that day with a V, pouting. “You were very mean to me today.” Her: in fur collar and short hair with plummy lower lip stuck out like that actress …

Levels Have Changed

Issue No. 155 ~ April, 2010

There is something you must know my dearest cousin Ego. These days I am not only a big idol, but I think and go for stuff that moves me beyond boundaries. Up I have gone till I soar like the pound sterling against the naira.

The Blood of Raisins

Issue No. 155 ~ April, 2010

I was prepping the bull for a ride by looping a belt around its testicles when Walter from the Mission put a call into Mom, said her brother Richard was in trouble. I wash my hands. I use more soap. We drive through the night.

North of Center

Issue No. 152 ~ January, 2010

We woke to her bedroom door bending with the force of his boot. He drank booze, Paulette said. The word puddled out of her lips and sounded both grown up and baby at the same time. The cow says moo. The Daddy says booze. He kicked the door harder,...

Talking Houses

Issue No. 149 ~ October, 2009

"When I'm in a conspiracy theory mood I argue ducts. I deconstruct the entire house. I blame landlords, realtors, architects, HVAC people, town planners, and mice. There is no telling how high up this thing goes. These are long days."

Remember Guernica

Issue No. 143 ~ April, 2009

"My sister and I are in the small minority of Whites, but I will not adapt. I wear my Iron Maiden, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath close to me. I walk the talk, I listen to music, I am the street, the sound, the dirt, the hooded head, the low torn sweatshirt, the sagging pants, I am over six feet and I am every security person's nightmare..."

The Black Pool

Issue No. 137 ~ October, 2008

She lies as she lies in bed sometimes. "It's good, my flat chest," she says sometimes, "I can sleep on my stomach." Sometimes she will sleep on her stomach and her hair will pool around her head just that way. Sometimes it will do just that. And I have seen that.

A Set Theory

Issue No. 133 ~ June, 2008

Of the various possible partitions of humankind, the division between those who swim and those who don't is actually a very well-known one. Levante belongs to the non-swimmers set and when he goes to the seaside he is a spectator. Miranda is a protagonist instead...She simply enjoys swimming and if she was presented with the set theory she wouldn't necessarily understand. "I like sports, that's all."