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Bring Me the Moon

Issue No. 228 ~ May, 2016

The first time you brought me the moon, I demanded you put it right back where you got it. “People need that, you know!” I said, scooting you out the door while you cradled the moon gingerly in your arms. I pointed up at the …

No Time Hath She

Issue No. 228 ~ May, 2016

Jim Walsh says he has all this stuff to do in town and do I want to go with him, so I tag along. We go to the bank. The post office. Taco Time. After we’ve eaten our burritos he says he needs to stop …

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 …

Doppelganger

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 …

Doors

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?