If I Could Be With You Tonight by Graham Wynd

The scene was perfect. Hollywood could not do it justice. A quiet house at the end of the lane. Two young people on their own. The baby they were sitting had been tucked in long ago, sleeping in chubby-fisted peace. And the scary movie – somewhat snowy despite all attempts to adjust the antenna –…

Don’t Call Me Thunder Slut by Judge Santiago Burdon

After three hours of shaking every proverbial tree, checking bars, searching alleys and breezeways for my dealer I had to settle on scoring my wake-up hit from the Chinos. I am not comfortable in their barrio especially when I’m “Jonesing”. I’m not familiar with the territory and I risk getting ripped off. Their “heir-on” is…

DICKS AND JARS AND A THIRD WORLD WAR by Beau Johnson

I needed to change the way I approached things. The laziness inherent to me is what prevented this from happening earlier I think, or maybe I’m wrong and it only comes down to what most of my life came down to: fear. Fear of failure. Fear of dying. Fear of sucking cock when I know…

I am the Resurrection by John Bowie

Max’s Filipino Taxi Dancehall was a real shithole… And it didn’t have a dance floor. A stench came from piss that ran out the front door, down the street and to the beach outside. A make-shift urinal fixed to the bar-front meant they drank, pissed and worse without moving for days. It was a real…

Why I don’t remember my Aunt Letty by E F Fluff

I was seven or eight when my parent told me I was adopted. It happened over dinner. “Yeah” Flippant, I was initially too worried whether there would be enough gravy for me to make my potato swamp. It wasn’t a big deal – I think I’d always known – like I’d always known I was…

Mittens and The Economist by E F Fluff

They told me he deserves what he had coming to him. That it was about time. That, he’d always been a bit of an asshole. It was a wonder it’d taken so long. They often say that.   An asshole? When we were young, when we were kids; he always hit to hurt. Always went…

Can of Worms by Paul Matts

The best thing about moving into my new house is that I get to overhaul the garden. This hasn’t been the case for any of the previous houses I’ve rented. Usually you only maintain it. But here, I get to do what I want. It is overgrown and in desperate need of controlling, with leggy…

Fear by Marvin Northcutt

It’s amazing  the attention you receive being  230+ pounds ,6”3 and Black. You usually wear all black,  (like the omen) , people see you walking 10-20 miles daily in combat boots,usually  fast,  regardless of conditions or weather. You usually wear an icy grill, 1,000  mile stare .And always, always  twirl a red stiletto knife in…

Santa’s Helper by Bill Baber.

It was a job and a shitty one at that. Wasn’t going to do much more than pay the rent for the month and make a small dent in a growing mountain of bills. It sure as hell wasn’t going to buy presents for her two kids- it might not leave enough for a goddamn…

Warm Snow by E F Fluff

It’s so cold the pink-dappled-green-brown-bubbled phlegm just sits on top of the snow. Normally it’d sink down a bit. There’s no time to the memory. It becomes endlessly repeating. The room is small. As you walk in, to your right, the entire wall was a mirrored wardrobe. Two-fifths of this was side-by-side shoe racks, another,…