How Speech Returned to the World

/ Charlie Geoghegan-Clements / Fiction
A new luxury economy arose, and the value of teeth quickly overtook that of diamonds or gold.

An Unconsummated Rendez-vous w/ a YouTubeuse

/ Ali Znaidi / Fiction
What if the dust of the cemetery gonna fill in her eyes? What if the sparkle gonna go?

The Menagerie

/ Judson Hamilton / Fiction
It was then that I moved into the barracuda phase. At first I had considered making a bear but it was just too warm-blooded and could conceivably be ‘cuddly’ or ‘cute’. I didn’t want cute - I wanted to instill terror in those that looked on this head, to paralyze them with fear. So I chose the barracuda which is just about the most terrifying head ever invented by nature.

Totality

25 Points: The Goners by Mark Gluth

/ Allison Grimaldi-Donahue / Misc, Reviews
Review: The Goners by Mark Gluth kiddiepunk press, 2015   1. Mark Gluth’s The Goners […]

Blue Foreruns Black

/ Nic Schmidt with illustrations by Goodie / Fiction
I’m wary of premeditated art: to obsess over an artistic idea is to dig ourselves into a trench with our beauty until we can no longer see the moonlight.

The Pet Store

/ Jennifer Companik / Fiction
I fared no better with hamsters. They averaged a couple months apiece. Marchie started calling me the “Grim Reaper of Animals.”

TOO FAR

/ Ed Higgins / Fiction
Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park […]

BETRAYAL

/ Ed Higgins / Fiction
Betrayal of course is the great human crime. As I found out when I discovered […]

COMMENCEMENT

/ Ed Higgins / Fiction
Cracking the throttle I lift the gleaming bike into a wheelie and up the aisle we varooom to hell outa there.

Something Real

Her Latest Abstraction

/ Mark A. Cronin / Fiction
Still, I hungered for her the same way the sickness hungers for a host.

ON THE OFFENSE

NEW FREE EUROPE

/ Kyle Coma-Thompson / Fiction
He was stationed in West Berlin in 1982, and he was twenty-two, and black.

#20

#13

#7

MY DEATH

/ Queen Mob / Fiction
I know the man at the bus stop has a rag soaked in ether at the ready, because all men at all bus stops have a rag soaked in ether.

THREE COLD CASES

/ Queen Mob / Fiction
A shop floor mannequin washed ashore on the East Beach at Dunbar on December 5th 2014 at some point in the early morning.

AFTERWARD.

PURGATORY

POST-APOCALYPTIC

MIDWAY

TOO MANY THINGS HAPPEN IN AUGUST

/ Queen Mob / Fiction
When I can no longer stand to look at him I go to Costco, lost among bundles of toilet paper and three pound blocks of butter.

BOOK REVIEW: Vanessa Blakeslee’s Train Shots

/ Queen Mob / Reviews
This debut collection is comprised of fast moving stories of considerable weight. Blakeslee keeps momentum […]

A BRIEF HISTORY OF NARODISTAN

GOOD SAMARITAN