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…

Starting Over by Tim Gerstmar

Jay Thompson rubbed his clean-shaven head. He had just finished his last shift at the bakery, and they threw him an impromptu going away party. They wanted to take him out afterwards, but he told them he had an appointment, said his goodbyes, and left. He was off to Marine bootcamp tomorrow, and while he…

No SERIOUS Crimes by Ian Copestick

When I used to drink, I mean back When I used to REALLY drink one Of the things that I hated the most Was when the neighbours would Call the police. There’s nothing surer To ruin a buzz than the fucking police Suddenly arriving to stick their nosy Snouts into your business. I could Never…

ANNIVERSARIES OF THE HEART BY BEAU JOHNSON

It weighs on my mind every second of every minute of every day.  Obsession does not describe me though, not to an accurate degree.  I am him now.  He, unfortunately, me.  The difference, the main difference, being our retaliations and how we’ve chosen to implement the pain. “Your ribs are showing.” I close the cell…

We’re All Whores After All by John Patrick Robbins

We were sitting there at the bar watching the street from windows view counting the hours and killing drinks. We were pissing and moaning about our frustrations. About publishers and writers alike. “Man I just don’t get the deal with most these fuckers!” Richie said as he sipped on a overpriced beer. “The average person…