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Dirty Death

Issue No. 227 ~ April, 2016

“I’m the traveler. Right here.” I waved my hand, but he didn’t acknowledge. I suppose that was when I started to suspect I was dead, at the train station. People had been ignoring me all day, from the taxi driver on Fifth, to the coffee …


Issue No. 220 ~ September, 2015

People keep telling you you look exactly like this other person. You realize you must be pretty similar when strangers start walking up to you and continuing conversations you've never had. I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day.

Year of the Sheep

Issue No. 219 ~ August, 2015

She gives me the look, the same one she throws whenever we brush our teeth together late at night at the double sinks. It’s somewhere between tolerance and abject disgust. Disgust because I not only eat meat but wolf it down rare. “Face eater,” she …


Issue No. 219 ~ August, 2015

The train pulled into the station. It was in, it was sitting in the station. Platforms aligned, were they, yes, with the level of the doors. Maybe a song enters the head, or leaves it, if headphones are shed. They are being shed, still. An …

Sketches from a Life of a Police Sketch Artist

Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

While the witness was describing the perp, he thought that surely he’ll get caught, sketch or not. All that’s needed is to put a description on the APB: “male, medium size, face like a arch-villain.”

The Dissidents

Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

Why are they sitting with their backs to the window? Don’t they know better? Haven’t they read “The Official CIA Manual of Trickery and Deception”? Or is the notion of martyrdom something they are toying with?


Issue No. 218 ~ July, 2015

She was bucktooth and had a face like milk and her hips sang and all the boys wanted to be with Momma, but she didn’t want any of them, and she would run from them and call them lil’ boys, and everybody knew that, but the boys still kept coming.

The Actress

Issue No. 216 ~ May, 2015

ANGEL JUST HIT 42. It feels like a crash. She’s been acting thirty years and fears the bloom is off the rose.