FICTION: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME BY BEAU JOHNSON

For his eighty-six years, Mantooth appears stronger than he is.  Veins on his forearms like cables.  A chest that could still be classed as barrel.  None of it mattered.  Not once we begin.  Four teeth falling from his mouth and we’re halfway to the place I want us to be. “You’re going to tell me…

Fiction: A BETTER KIND OF HATE by Beau Johnson

First time I meet Lamar Purdue is in another life. Squat for his age, he’s thicker at fourteen than the height he’d come to be in all his years. Little man had a hound dog face and jerry curl eyes.  He was polite too, politer than most, which is why things played out the way…