Fire Hazard by John Patrick Robbins

Manny and Bill sat outside the rinky dink little gas station the adrenaline still coursed through their veins. “I can’t believe we pulled it off dude! It was like taking candy from a fucking baby!” Manny said as he was practically shaking with excitement. “We damn sure got lucky good thing we had scoped the…

Recommended Read: Saturday Night Sage by Noah C. Lekas

Noah C. Lekas’ Saturday Night Sage is a brutal and briliant poetry collection crowded with losers and loners, laments and lullabies, and booze and blood stained torch songs for the twilight hours.  Highly recommeded.

Flower Man By Morgan Boyd

With a six-pack under his tattooed arm, Cash steps into the crosswalk. Brakes squeal, and a pickup skids over the white line. Crashing over the hood, Cash bounces off the front window. He lands on his head in the middle of the street. Beer cans roll on the asphalt, hissing foamy little lager geysers. “Flower…

Positive Role Model by Robert Ragan

Larry Daniels was smooth, taking long drives from North Carolina to wherever the best prices were. Doctor’s weren’t prescribing pills the way they once were…so most of the heads were turning to heroin. With nothing but some kush, the re-up money, and a loaded 38 revolver…Larry crossed state lines thinking of everything that could go…

The Bayou Boobie Blues By Jesse “Heels” Rawlins

An hour after sunrise. And I didn’t smell my finest. I tugged the jangling door to Cajun Queen Cafe—and a blast of sharp AC jammed the stink thru my nose—square into my brain. But hey, not my fault. I’d spent the dim wee hours tossing Ezekiel Daniel Boone (in hearty twelve-inch-chunks) to a brood of…

Bad Blood and Bad luck By Gareth Spark

The north wind blew dust off the coal yard against the rusted door of the car. Jack rested against the vehicle and felt the cold metal through the thin denim of his jacket. He shook tobacco from a dented tin into paper trembling in the breeze, then licked and made the cigarette, scraped a match…

Tinder Hearted Holidays by John Patrick Robbins

The man in the mirror was one harsh looking son of a bitch.   And after a particularly bad spell of praying to the porcelain God he questioned why the hell he kept doing this to himself.   It was the fourth of July and Frank had learned to loathe the day. It was a…

4 Poems by Brian Rihlmann

NOT A PEEP men who believe manhood is taking it all whatever they throw at you without making a peep— abuse humiliation 90 hour work weeks even war… war against the enemies of soft cunts in suits with clean hands with full bellies and wallets and blood drenched souls men who swallow bitterness like double…

October 24, 1996 by Fred Shrum, III

There was a riot in the streets and it makes me sick While we’re proselytizing about unity We’re burning down our own community Car lurches forward and shots ring out Self defense the cops had no doubt But the citizens did not agree So they lit the fuse of anarchy I know that a riot…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…