THIS YEAR WAS A BUST by Mike Vizcarra
September 28, 2022
There is a red lipstick stain on my shirt from when we hugged. Mocking me, the way that stains do.
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THE WIND by Cathryn Rose
September 26, 2022
Dan won an award first for proving God doesn’t exist and then for proving He does.
CHICKEN FAT by Sonya Lara
September 23, 2022
This seems to make her feel better because she sucks the wing real good like she’s trying to make the bird cum while she tells me that she wishes her daughter was more like me, minus the whole losing my hair thing obviously.
PUSHING THROUGH THE HOLLOW by Joe Squance
September 21, 2022
When Jimmy felt ready, he held the tip of the safety pin to the side of his left nipple and pressed it in.
MSB IN: NEW JOB, NO JOB by Michael Seymour Blake
September 20, 2022
Here’s MSB on his 6th interview for a job he’s not qualified for. He’s boldly candid about everything. They find him odd and endearing.
TO HAVE A CEREBROVASCULAR ACCIDENT by Richie Zaborowske
September 19, 2022
The thing is I’m not having a stroke. I’m drunk.
MAINTENANCE by Nicholas Claro
September 16, 2022
I got a call from a friend of a friend back home in Arkansas while waiting in line at the CVS, telling me our friend was in hospice.
QED by Tina S. Zhu
September 14, 2022
To prove that I was not a victim of grand larceny by way of The Incredible Madame Eustacia like Channel 2 News is falsely claiming, I will demonstrate the following: a) that the Incredible Madame Eustacia was not a fraud and that b) despite relying on crowdfunding for next month’s rent, her advice was worth the cost.
BAD NEWS GOOD NEWS by Ahimaz Ponrasa
September 12, 2022
Bad news is prose allows only so much empty space. Good news is poetry allows lots and lots of breathing space.
FALSE PROPHET by Brett Willis
September 9, 2022
About five minutes after merging onto I-95 south, Karl’s mattress flew from the car’s roof. This was despite Tom’s best efforts; he had found a ball of twine in the back of Karl’s ex-girlfriend’s closet and managed a couple of extra loops around. Before its departure, the mattress had flopped on the roof like some overzealous wrestler. As, in the rearview mirror, Karl’s mattress frisbeed over the shoulder, Tom felt the stinging heat of resentment rise at the base of his throat. Once again, Karl would need someone else to help him out of a jam of his own making.