Fiction: Family Guy? By Paul Matts

Karan O’Keefe’s life is based around fund raising. An orphan as a child, from the age of eighteen he has focused his time on persuading people to part with a portion of their salaries. By way of direct debit, into the coffers of various charities. And he arranges events, such as today’s fundraiser for Human…

Fiction: N.Y. State of Mind By Michael A. Gonzales (inspired by Nas)

Photo by Paul Price “The illest niggas in New York City live in Brooklyn,” my homeboy home LaRoc used to say, and in the summer of ’86, when we both dwelled in the hell that was the Brooklyn Arms Hotel, nothing could’ve been more true. More than two decades later, the building itself, which was…

Fiction: The Knife Angel By J.B. Stevens

The Knife Angel brought tourists. A hundred thousand blades surrendered and turned into a sculpture. A black hole, sucking up everything nearby. Back home in Savannah everyone had guns. Here in Britain it was knives. Same problem, different tool. Each visitor was an opportunity. Billy made the most of it. When he left Georgia to…

Fiction: Désirée by Sebnem Sanders

  I met my old friend Tom at an all-night bar I’d never been to before. He’d said, “Come before midnight on Friday, and we’ll drink and talk till we drop dead.” I found him sitting at a table for two, opposite the mahogany long-bar. Relishing an expensive malt, we chatted about work, women, and…

Fiction: Smiles by Liam Sweeny

I’ve perfected all the smiles and they’re in my wallet like credit cards. When I’m lugging my grocery basket on the bus home and the driver tells me ‘hey, it could be worse,’ I pull out the ‘Amen’ smile. That one’s tearing around the seams, I use it so much. When my boss gives me…

Cullen Gallagher interviews Paul D. Brazill

Long ago, I interview one of my favorite noir writers, Paul D. Brazill, about his then-recent novella, Kill Me Quick! Whether it was fate, circumstance, or just laziness, Pulp Serenade sort of faded away and I shamefully did not publish the interview. Now, years later, I’m trying to make amends. Paul was kind enough to…

FICTION: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME BY BEAU JOHNSON

For his eighty-six years, Mantooth appears stronger than he is.  Veins on his forearms like cables.  A chest that could still be classed as barrel.  None of it mattered.  Not once we begin.  Four teeth falling from his mouth and we’re halfway to the place I want us to be. “You’re going to tell me…

Fiction: All That and More by Bill Baber

What if I told you things about me no one else knew? Things no one would probably expect from me? I wonder what you would think; wonder if you would be surprised or-more likely –shocked. You see, I’m not who I appear to be. I am not the man you think you know. I am…