HERE’S WHAT WE’LL DO ON OUR DRIVE by Derek Harmening
When it’s dark, we’ll turn off the freeway, pull into the one place we can find. Look, you’ll say, pointing up at the harsh red neon.
A MAN FROM THE LORD by Jude Dexter
The plague, the Good Prophet told them, was a judgment, and it would lay Harpers to waste if they did not repent, so they begged the Lord for mercy.
THIS YEAR WAS A BUST by Mike Vizcarra
There is a red lipstick stain on my shirt from when we hugged. Mocking me, the way that stains do.
THE WIND by Cathryn Rose
Dan won an award first for proving God doesn’t exist and then for proving He does.
CHICKEN FAT by Sonya Lara
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
When Jimmy felt ready, he held the tip of the safety pin to the side of his left nipple and pressed it in.
TO HAVE A CEREBROVASCULAR ACCIDENT by Richie Zaborowske
The thing is I’m not having a stroke. I’m drunk.
MAINTENANCE by Nicholas Claro
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
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
Bad news is prose allows only so much empty space. Good news is poetry allows lots and lots of breathing space.