A GOLFER’S PRIDE by Calvin Atwood
During our very first conversation, Erik told me that he liked his blow jobs fast, and he once fucked a hooker in a Detroit airport bathroom.
HOW TO TELL A LOVE STORY by Wendy BooydeGraaff
These two are not young, not rom-com blow-dried and fresh. One of them has an eye with a filmy sheath over the iris, and the eye also wanders, preventing the long lovers’ gaze.
SPECIAL COLLECTIONS by C. Beston
My husband lost the finger in a card game, then his hosts kept it and bequeathed it to your institution.
OUR LADY COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED by Diana Kole
I watched a moth crawl toward me on the concrete. One of its wings was damaged; I had a strong impulse to crush it with my boot.
THE SHARKS TOOK THE REST by Dana Diehl
Killing a shark is always personal. The shark ate your wife. The shark ate your son.
OLD ENOUGH by Isabelle Hughes
There hadn’t been this much excitement since the boys came home from war with their uniforms and their little triangular hats. They’d been shipped off again.
GOOD LIGHT by Chris Ames
I pull up hard and dredge out a congealed braid of hair the length of an arm. Horrified, I keep pulling and it just keeps coming.
ERASE THE LINE by Jason W. McGlone
My mother is bursting at the seams and I am watching her stitching begin to give.
SKINK by aureleo sans
For now he made his home in men. Or rather, for a time, they lodged in him while he saved up seed money.
ONE EVENING IN APRIL AS A COLD FRONT COMES IN by Christopher Mohar
For one heartbeat, I wanted it to be true. I wanted to see my own father facedown on the tile, spattered in his own blood.