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Translated by Lucy Rand. I start to walk… I walk. I always walk when I need to think. I walk the congested streets of Rome and my heart, my extravagant ...
Prozac and Presence
Prozac made me cisgender, I say to my therapist inside of her bright blue office-box, barely big enough to hold all of these painful jokes and thoughts. Flashback. It’s August ...
Coming of Age on a Day of Rage
A story of how a peak moment for me as a parent was marred by an act of domestic terror committed by a neo-Nazi and white supremacist. Continue ...
The Writing’s on the Wall
A journalist returns to the graffiti scene of his youth when a mysterious tag appears on a wall opposite his apartment. Continue Reading The Writing’s on the Wall
Think about It
I must have flailed my arms convincingly because she seemed happy, though you could never tell with Tina. An angel at a party and on the way home a shit-tongued ...
Diptych: Girl, Memory
We prized ourselves on our reliability, our most solid trait. On top of that, she was a whiner; a big-time needer. She even took seconds. Continue Reading Diptych: ...
Sometime around Christmas
The city seemed like another world then, bristling with possibilities. Every evening and every weekend was the brink of some discovery. Continue Reading Sometime around Christmas
Death of a Pacifist
“I’m against the bombing, even if it is that damned Islamic State,” the old man yelled over the whipping wind, Continue Reading Death of a Pacifist
Romance in Paris
The excitement begins at the airport. You know deep down that in that bag is a ring, a big diamond one that shoots doves at unhappy people, a ring that ...
Birthday Americana
One. I’m in a yellow highchair, the same color as the sculpted carpet. In front of me is a cake, frosted to look like flower petals. I don’t yet understand ...
Remex and Rectrix
‘That’s what girls with powerful fathers do.’ A slave for ever dilutes with dignity the fiction of love. The truth of this is spectacular. That even the mechanism of nature ...
A Backwards Story of a Backwards Man
The night A.W. thought he won the megabucks he flicked on a small lamp in the corner of the room and rushed a Yuengling from the fridge. After a clack, ...
Some Really Bad Things that Have Happened at Sea – for Context.
Before we even left port I found that both of the drawers underneath my bunk were filled with jars of pickled herring. Later, while I was watching the sun dip ...
Surprised by Joy
So I thought I’d cheer her up, take her mind off things, you know, lighten up the old load, no more ‘n that. I’m good at it, see, making people ...
Bennett Paris — Exu’s Fedora
Franklin had left Jersey City during the real estate boom. They sold their house, he and his Brazilian wife, and with the profit, built a small house on land her ...
Nana Howton — Interquad
My first cousin Daniel liked to sleep with his penis between my thighs when we shared his mother’s bed while she worked a graveyard shift in the local hospital. I ...
Craig Pay – Quarter Cherry Lips
“Quarter cherry lips,” the shopkeeper says. “Fifty-seven pence.” Henry looks at the tall jar of sweets. Then he looks at the pile of sweets in the scales on the counter ...
Don’t Beat Yourself Up, Anton the Destroyer by Andrew Pidoux
Setting out from his home somewhere in the south of England, Anton the Destroyer boards a ferry to France. His face is a mess, due to a fight he was ...
Nilam Ashra-McGrath – Rouen
The February evening is sharp as I step out of the hotel. A walk through the cobbled streets of Rouen clears my head and brings the blood pumping back into ...
Gary Siebel – Kerouac Drank Here
I am a stinking drunk, old, dissolute, grizzled, unkempt; a writer. Like so many other decrepit desperadoes in search of their long-lost orgasm, the bars and strip clubs of North ...