Issue 17 / Spring 2019 Lucy and I sit on the porch of the old farmhouse, passing a joint and sipping cheap vodka straight from the bottle. Lucy lives in Industry, across from the school for delinquent boys. We grew up together and she looks good just two years...
Issue 17 / Spring 2019 The sun is setting over the horizon as Johnathan Peroux makes his way through the large rotating doors of Happy World Headquarters. He’s well-dressed, as much so as he can be on his budget: a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a pair of...
Issue 16 / Winter 2019 The girl kept her heart in a purple velvet box by her bedside. Every morning, she removed her heart from a latch under her ribcage, her hand reaching up into the damp warm mucus of her insides. Her long, thin fingers, like spider legs,...
Issue 16 / Winter 2019 Hands” is excerpted from a fictionalized memoir in the form of a video game player’s guide, a kind of manual instructing you how to play. Like in many games, as in the real world, there are clear choices you must make, but the consequence...
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 It’s the last day of school and I’m still acting like everything is normal. Benny, five days dead. I walk home from the bus, the sidewalk full of bright leaves and soy sauce wrappers that scatter when I kick them. Benny’s dead and I empty...
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 My fair skin suffers from excessive sun. I extracted the first crab clinging to my dermis when I was nineteen and the word cancer was uglier than the words fuck, cunt, wanker, or motherfucker. Nobody wanted to tell me the result of the...
