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…

Gay For A Day by Judge Santiago Burdon

Gay For A Day   My son Dashiel invited me to the Gay Pride Parade in San Francisco. He was participating in the Fandango as a person on one of the floats. I was thrilled he wanted  to share this event with his father, so I enthusiastically accepted his invitation. I flew into Oakland instead…

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…

Murder in My High School by K. A. Laity

This is not going to be a lurid tale; more of a puzzled one. A colleague share a link this morning about the need to compensate formerly incarcerated people for telling their stories—particularly for those events seeking to redress the criminal (literally) imbalances in the justice system. It got me thinking about a weird thing from…

The Song of Spring by Sebnem E. Sanders

The Song of Spring   Belma Belma watched over the crowd gathering in the courtyard of the mosque. On the altar, stood a coffin. Draped over its raised head, a muslin scarf with a crocheted edge, and a small wreath of white and purple freesias placed upon it. Her favourite flowers. The men were lined…

Harsh Rain Falls On Holy Stones by Mark McConville

Harsh Rain Falls On Holy Stones. She pulls the cover over her eyes and embraces the darkness. From now on, she’d like to conceal her face and body. Over these past few years, love has been strained, life has been a mammoth task. Smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap vodka delivers the only real pleasure, speaking…

Longcroft on Lockdown by Darren Sant

Longcroft on Lockdown   The Longcroft Housing Estate, Yorkshire,  England. These were scary times. A global pandemic has changed the world as we know it albeit temporarily. As the world held its collective breath unprecedented events were unfolding on the Longcroft estate. Briefing. North Longcroft Estate – Police Control Room An assortment of coppers of…

Come Get Me by Robert Ragan

Come Get Me An artist, I draw guns on small time dealers making their little re-up. Stuck up assholes, treating their friends like shit until they’re crying to their buddies saying, “Fiends pulled a stick up on me.” Even with drug problems, I’m dressed nice. Still with money in my pocket and my ears to…

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…