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…

4 From Brian Rihlmann

HOLLYWOOD BABIES we have all suckled at her plastic breasts flowing with narcotic milk sugary sweet on screen even junkies store clerks and people like us gleam with something we don’t see in the mirror but oh the weaning the horror of L.A. streets the tedium of the office job the rusted edge of real…

I Thought I’d Try by Ian Copestick

I’m trying to remember when it first was That I thought I’d try to be a writer I vaguely recall, at about 15, under The spell of Jack Kerouac, I dug out My mum’s portable typewriter and tried To write my first novel. As I had no Experience of life, either on the road Or…

There by Robert Ragan

I was sitting on the couch playing a video game about to unlock a magical secret door when my own front door was kicked off the hinges. Agents rushed inside and drew their weapons on me. My hands were clenched around the controller. Two of them watched over me as the rest of the team…

That’s What Friends Aren’t For by John Patrick Robbins

We were drinking as always. Telling lies about women and killing the hours between here and death as best we could . It was the typical barroom bullshit you’ve probably heard a hundred times over and I have probably written far to many times to recall . And being I was drinking beer I was…