Our Star, The Sun, Will Die a Quiet Death

Everybody on Earth decided to throw one last party. It would be a major rager, enough drugs and sex and dancing to last until the radical emptiness of eternity. People really joined together on this one: angry white boys laid down their guns and even the Dalai Lama stepped off that mountain to be a…

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We Still Held, We Haunted – Matt Rebholz

We went out for drinks after work, on a whim, and then we went one further and we went to dinner. What the hell, we were flush that month. We got drunk and the snooty older waiter sneered at us, and we paid too much for what we got, but we didn’t mind. We smiled…

Sweet Tea – Victoria Provazza

She didn’t enjoy the taste of sweet tea, though her daddy insisted in his syrupy drawl that sweet tea was the right tea to drink, that any other type of tea—white tea, green tea, herbal tea, iced or hot—was the wrong tea to drink. Sweetened black tea always honey, he’d say. Okay, she’d say back.…

Bowling – Tyler Meese

Gurgie and Gorgie broke into the bowling zone. They only wanted to bowl alone. As if it were a crime. The air was disinfectant strong, the balls shined. This was a special night. Gurgie worked double gas station gigs and Gorgie didn’t really like Gurgie, so she did her best to stay away. Every couple…

9 Possible Reasons Geoffrey Has Stopped Speaking – Stephen Kelly

He believes he has only a few words left, and wishes to save them. He glimpsed the ghost of Mrs. Hastings, again, in the hallway. He’s sick of Gerald’s comments. Dr. Courtemanche has convinced him that he’s a werewolf, and tomorrow night is a full moon. At supper, he made the mistake of trying the…

Words Gerald Never Spoke – Stephen Kelly

Sizzle                                  Nipple                               Hairy Lick                                     Hi         …

Requirements – Sara Kachelman

Woman lives in the basement of an underground apartment house. Her windows are glued with worms. Her floors are lumped ore. No one can afford to live aboveground anymore. The Californians have come. Many miles above Woman the Californians streak by in breathable fabrics, drinking the best bottled water in the land.  Woman has never…

Sweetheart – Kate Jayroe

Little conquest, a curious lap treat. A sweet dream I’d had. And how you wanted it, too.   Your little tooth in my mind.   Desire bent at the limbs. Only how it can happen when my mind has made a picture of you doing our secret will in an opera box, in the bookstore,…

A Kind of Blue – Joe Galván

I can’t wait to see you again.   He texts this to me as I arise, my bleary eyes closing against the distant blue of dawn, and there, all alone, I tell him that I miss him. The blue is a pastel blue. A sad blue. A blue that is more of a paradox than…

Idol – Craig Foster

There’s a baby out there with eyes covered in crystalline onyx scales. But no ears. It doesn’t know about death yet, and has no thought of loss. The kid scoops up shiny objects with long basket hands formed from weaves that spring from its middle fingers and already are unraveling. Most of its face is…