by Philip Vermaas I used to go to the bottle store up the road to, of course, buy booze. It’s the child store of the adjoining supermarket franchise and I started going there with my ex. When we didn’t feel like wasting time which could be better spent naked and eating and drinking in bed, …
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Oct 15
Honey Badger vs. Cobra; or Philosophical Sexpot calls the Kettledrum Black-Thong–An Eclectic Mutt TellTail-Tale
by Quasimofo Snyder 1st mistake: Pact with the Devil to level up: Ever wiped your ass with a cookie and sell it as a fudge-brownie? I have. I run a snackbar in Hell. This is my story: I have tasted fear, and I can tell you it tastes nothing like beer. Unless you undertip the …
Oct 15
Whiskey
Selection from Hard Times Galore by Patrick Vincent Welsh Blaine’s car died in a blizzard in Wyoming. He was traveling from Pittsburgh to Nevada where his uncle promised him work in his motorcycle shop as long as Blaine promised to stay sober, which he agreed upon without argument because he didn’t drink anyhow. His uncle …
Sep 15
Only Without God
by Corey Mesler The skylight is gray. God keeps his distance. I rouse to the sound of distant dogs. They sing for the dance of the birds, just now waking, almost too late to teach dogs (and me) how to fly.
Sep 15
Polish Boy
by Mark Wisniewski sometimes in the middle of a night I’ll wake & start wondering where they came from: the words & conflicts in all that dirt printed under the odd Polish boy’s name this troubles me into fearing my source will dry up leaving me as a kind of Joe Namath of literature hobbled …
Sep 15
The Jungle
by Michael Grover It’s the law of the jungle When you’re down you’re out I have tried to say there is no jungle Only to have it bite me in the ass I live my life regardless At my own pace & I’m just starting to pay the dues Maybe working for something Other than …
Sep 15
A Rough Life on Four Legs
by J. Claudius Cloyd On the block over from the pioneer square just opposite the meyer and franks sit the gutter punks and their dogs. It’s the dogs that get me. I know I should feel bad for the kids but that’s not why I give them a few bucks. They sit in the shade …
Sep 15
Gun Control
by Alan Britt Guns control more than the stock market. Look around you. Who sent guns to Sadam in the first place? So, don’t kid yourself about gun control.
Sep 15
Educational Recruiter Blues I
by Dan Provost Because it’s the sale of education. That forces me to carry a knife in my pocket and debate every day whether to cut my wrist or try to change my small part of the world by refusing to be bought. I will not tell lies anymore. Trying to convince someone that the …
Sep 15
Brooks and the Shawshank Piano
by Dan Provost The piano notes in Shawshank Redemption So daunting… So final… Brooks knew it—the fear of living. Every step out in the world is a claw to the stomach; a bayonet that churns when you attempt to try to converse with the normal. This is no way to survive…this failure to understand mankind. …