Your Man For A Prison by Peter Clarke It’s been about a year since I got into the prison selling biz. Sold my first prison to a toothless guy with family money. Said he’d use it to lock up dentists. Guy had no use for dentists. Not the first thing I’d do with a...
Hustlers by T.C. Jones Star Wars was our obsession. During the winter our neighborhood became Hoth, throughout the summer it was Tatooine. When we explored the woods and streams behind our town’s quiet streets we searched for Ewoks in the trees. One thing was for...
Guillotine by Kaj Tanaka Reading fiction submissions for the online literary magazine where I am an assistant editor, it all feels so hopeless. I’m the guy who does the second reading of our submissions—the stories our volunteer readers have already rejected. My job...
Fight by Mercedes Lawry Played out on a green field, square,or roughly so, the intersection of two boys,one and the other in conflict, tempers abraded. Was he wronged, this one, or caught in slant perception?Was he insulted, that one, at such ruinous assumption?The...
How Do I Fit This Ghost In My Mouth by Anca Szilagyi after Geoffrey Farmer at the Vancouver Art Gallery I wanted to tell her how she’d said, one blue caninestupid she looked, but buzzing bright in herthere wasn’t enough time. mouth. So bright...
