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…

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…

10 Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Stick   He pulled it out and it was homemade like a pie.   The cold metal end of a screwdriver and the handle fat with tape.   The other combatant backed off when he saw it, but he was backed into an alley with no escape.   Forced to play matador to a charging…

John Wisniewski interviews Tom Leins

How did you begin writing, Tom? I believe you were a film critic before you started writing books? I started writing fiction in around 2002 – half a lifetime ago – and my first ever short story, ‘The Box’, was included in an anthology by a UK publisher called Skrev the following year. I notched…

Following the money – or not… by Tess Makovesky

I loved the first two seasons of Danish crime drama Follow the Money. It was different, it was involving, the characters were fun but believable. So when I saw, a few weeks back, that season three was coming to BBC4, I could hardly wait. But in the end, it was a disappointment.   What was…

LITTLE PRETTY DEATHS BY LARAMORE BLACK

Whiskey is the only sweetener for the coffee in the kitchen. A drink of the person with nerves returning from an edge, but not quite ready to be absorbed by sleep. They think back to earlier in the evening, about how the shadows switched places with the light repeatedly. As if there were no measurable…

The ‘Spook’ Racket by K. A. Laity

  In William Lindsay Gresham’s Nightmare Alley and the film adaptation, Stan Carlisle starts out as a carnival mind-reader but soon his ambitions outstrip the penny-ante midway to head where the real cash awaits: ‘the spook racket’ as he calls it. People pay good money to talk to the dead. Whether for love or guilt,…

3 Poems by Jon Bennett

Where It Goes I moved into a spare room in a lady’s house in El Segundo She had one of those music zines I don’t remember the name and she had stacks of CDs that people sent her, fat manila envelopes mostly unopened heaped in a broom closet. She had a cat named ‘Vodka’ which…

Where You Can by Ian Copestick

Every day the rain keeps falling This is one of the worst and most Depressing summers that I can remember. You just have to get your good times Where you can. When I first woke up At 6: 30 a.m. the sun was shining, The sky was beautiful. By 10 it was Raining again, but…