VISIONS: Excerpt from ‘Pesquero’ by Jinnwoo
He had to sleep in my single bed. Compressed between me and the radiator of my teenage bedroom. Burning his back all night.
THE STUYVESANT BEE 215
My friend from Waffle House says if you stacked all the sausage patties they serve in one day, it would reach the top of the Empire State Building. I say, why bother?
IN THE MICROPLASTICS by Caleb Cloaca
The world’s all burning. You might as well buy yourself a pretty little (not so little) mansion. You can too: make love in the microplastics.
TRAIL OF SMALL CLOWNS by Caleb Bethea
I heard my liver slapping onto the tile floor. My pancreas half falling out of me, hanging all the way down into the sink with my old skin.
THE TEACHER by Melissa Benton Barker
The teacher hated the children. Ashley with her electric fence and Michelle with her little doll and Daniel with his frog.
THE STUYVESANT BEE 221 by Mike Topp
MOMS FOR LIBERACE !! WOODY WOODPECKER !! YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, PIGS !!
X-R-A-Y Specs: THE PLUMBER (1979)
I don’t think Max’s colonization of the bathroom is an accident. It’s a place where we feel vulnerable, and many times we attach a lock to the door to prevent others from walking in unannounced.
Transmissions: Wake Island
What are your plans for the future? Death.
THE CABIN by Meg Favreau
But today there was a cabin. A small, rough thing. Caked in leaves. Inside, they found old cans and an old bed and an old table. Inside, they found a calendar stuck on July 1992.
THE STUYVESANT BEE 225 by Mike Topp
I found a wallet today that contained $200, some credit cards, and some family pictures—my family now.