Panic, Passion…Pancakes by Mike Zone

Panic, Passion…Pancakes (Dedicated to the crew…you fuckers know who you are) It was a morning full of sun but there was a melancholy quietness about it which kind of haunted the air reminding me of that Hitchcock movie where the birds come down and peck all the people to hell…I couldn’t quite recall the title…

Not Backing Down by Robert Ragan

Not Backing Down   Jerry Riley truly lived the good life. So big in the dope game that he hadn’t laid eyes on the product in forever. He did all this while fronting as a businessman.  Believe it or not, he was even a deacon at his local church. The man was so good at…

Cut From A Different Cloth by Robert Ragan

Cut From A Different Cloth An alarm clock goes off. Outside, what little dark there is left waits for the sun to show up. Fuck my life, having to get up and go to work. It would be okay, but I always do something wrong giving the people I work with a reason to bitch…

Crystal Magic Meth by John Patrick Robbins

Crystal Magic Meth   He had been up for days looking out the window, wondering were the cops staking him out . Talking to friends and mostly the voices in his head.   He dialed his dealer and left yet another voice message.   Tommy was speeding out of control but so is the nature…

Detour(s) by K. A. Laity

God, it’s easy to kill a person!’ The noir classic Detour (1945) impressed most of my students with the wildest femme fatale they saw all semester. Ann Savage, to borrow a line from Peter and Dud, Savage by name plays a part completely Savage by nature. Her Vera completely terrifies the itinerant musician Al (played by Tom Neal) as…

Not That Mean by Robert Ragan

Not That Mean   What am I doing? So in love, I’m starting to question my own morals. Yes, even criminals have morals. One time, I was forced to pull a gun on someone. It was during a burglary, my best friend and I thought no one was home. This friend, who I’m sure would…

Nurse by John Patrick Robbins

Nurse He had started drinking early and largely hadn’t slowed down aside for the occasional trip to the bathroom to either take a piss or puke. They all viewed him as a hardship case . His wife had left and took the kid . His fridge was empty minus some yuppie IPA beer she had…

A Fistful Of Poems from Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Throwing Shade   He says it is nothing like discus. Kind of like the javelin and less like medicine balls.   This one who talks like he competed in the Olympics.   A red Gold’s Gym muscle shirt to show off his veiny arms.   Making his pecs bounce around whenever the young girls from…

No Loyalty by Robert Ragan

Everyone had their own God. A set of rules they lived by. Brent used to believe, but he was about to throw forgiveness out the window. Jesus should have been able to handle his problem with Judas. A fistfight and the loser got crucified. Brent, riding in the passenger seat, watched the world go on…