Category: Freshly pressed

Ally, by Zeke Jarvis

         Dirk had prepared carefully for the protest. He positioned himself near the entrance to Adult Arcade’s parking lot, away from the door, because the space near the doorway was already taken up by the anti-porn protesters. Dirk didn’t want to be mistaken for one of those judgemental, close-minded people. When he […]

Cat on Main Street, by Ashley Sgro

Coarse fur from heavy tires. Missing head. Flesh pressed into loose asphalt. An oval of blood dried across your stomach. But your one arm reaches up to flag its white paw. Open and empty, it’s signaling me to stop traffic, to barge onto the roadway, to save. You are waiting for me to tent myself […]

Jesus Ahead, by Larry Thacker

There’s a church of some denomination, from mountain Catholics to Saturday night snake-handlers, on every other corner of town. It makes you wonder how such a diversely churched place could crank out such a constant stream of arrests from drugs, violence, and theft.   You find a perfect rendition of the cross on a chipping […]

Pause, by .Chitrita

my lips had none of the finesse of smooth jazz or electric guitar, instead, it had all the pizzazz of slipping record and sideway stream rocket ships there, there in the heat of liftoff choking on smoke I felt myself unsticking, unfurling like hair underwater slowly, softly, untangled petals and jellyfish so easily bruise your […]

Southpaw, by Erric Emerson

I wake up from limbo and notice two of my fingers are broken, the pinky and ring. My left hand looks like a puffer fish without the spines. The knuckle is hiding in there somewhere and I’ve got the usual scrapes from hurling and falling. Jerking off with my weak hand is like doing it […]

Third cousin, once removed – Patrick Bower

I don’t even remember his name, just the tough way he shifted gears, how his braces made him look wise. I was only in town for two nights, but he wanted to show me all the spots, take me cruising with the boys: Once we hit the town square, that’s where the girls are and […]

Drinking Hour, by Rin Baatz

Rosy, so rosy now. You tip the liquid fire down your throat and take the wheel. Nobody else is out. It’s dark for this time of day. It’ll be fine. It’s late. You’re running late. The wheel hurts your warm hands. Shaking, shivering, you take control. So far so good. You don’t notice how you […]

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