Sep 15
by Gene Fehler “A moment’s terror.” The words remind her of Miss Albers. “A moment’s terror” has to be the best oxymoron, she thinks, as the moment spreads across weeks, months. Sometimes, like during soccer games racing downfield when feet feel for the ball and the ball explodes into a goal, cheers hide the terror …
Sep 15
by William Doreski Having lain awake all night in the shrubbery in front of the bank, I’m rigid as a stop sign, my bones at odds with each other and my breakfast-passion ripe and quaint as the sexual prowess our culture used to glorify with sloppy kisses and sultry looks. Now that we’re homeless by …
Sep 15
by William Doreksi A fish-pond by a stumbledown barn. A chubby old man and I sit on the rim and skip stones. Mine skip a dozen skips, his one or two. “I admire your style,” he remarks, “the flip of the wrist, the single knot of muscle pulsing down the forearm.” The summer evening throbs …
Sep 15
by Luis Rivas I see them walking by but they don’t see me. In the alley where I sleep, the tall overgrown bamboo stretches out over the walls and cascades down to the ground. I sit completely still behind the thick branches and trash and watch all of them walk by me in the dimly-lit …
Sep 15
by Luis Rivas There is no truth. There is only perception. – Gustave Flaubert I wake up. Hangover’s not too bad. I lift off the cut-out carpet that I’m using as a blanket. I locate my briefcase (imitation leather but still looks damn expensive) which I stole from the Salvation Army Thrift Store. I get …
Sep 15
by Jason Hardung Last night I was killing time and brain cells simultaneously, burning through random videos on You Tube when I came across a stand-up comedy bit by miserabilist and self-proclaimed alcoholic, Doug Stanhope. Between beers and cigarettes he talked about how things today are so safe and how our generation, Generation X, will …
Sep 15
by Carl Miller Daniels the clatter of tiny reindeer hooves awoke the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy. it was christmas eve, and, despite the promise of new clothes and telecommunications gadgetry, all the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy was really thinking about was his own big hard throbbing dick, and, um, er, well, this did …
Sep 15
by Carl Miller Daniels when sitting in warm yogurt, virginia, and gravitating toward the moon, the two sexy naked big-dicked boys looked around their college dorm room, and were delighted with the collection of stuff that they had crammed into their snug little room: balls of newspaper, and wads of string, old brightly painted tennis …
Sep 15
by Carl Miller Daniels i am the barbarian battering at the gate. my teeth are sharp, and covered with gargle. my fingernails are ready to tear civilization into tattered shreds, and fill in the gaps with pauses. i will demolish existing power structures. i will smash approval ratings. i will tie up sexy squirming young …
