Issue 21 / Spring 2020 He walks on the cuffs of his pants and the way he clears his country boy throat is an abomination. For someone that I suspect might be an on-the-sly sex worker, you’d think he’d be better at it. There were things I liked—maybe even...
Issue 21 / Spring 2020 John drives two fingers into the soil of one of his indoor ferns. When he was a boy, his mother would water the household plants on a schedule, succulents every ten days, orchids once a week, the avocado tree in his brother’s bedroom...
Issue 21 / Spring 2020 Our boss, Frenchy, at The Sunshine Grille, let us eat for free if we got to work early enough. Fried catfish nuggets, seasoned fries, rice pudding, coleslaw, baked beans, chicken fingers. It was a sweet deal, but after two hours of...
Issue 21 / Spring 2020 Note: This piece is written in Hawaiian Pidgin Creole, and most of the language has been preserved to maintain the originality and truth of the author. For more information about dialect and publishing, please contact the author via her website...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 They call me “beautiful.” They call me “darling” and “sweet mama” and “cocksucker.” They call me “hey faggot.” They all call me “baby.” They call me “redbone, what’s your name?” They call me “wanna put those big lips on this fat dick?”...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 Remember the hydra: if you cut off one of the hydra’s heads, several more will grow to replace it. Difficulties have a habit of multiplying exponentially. An unholy tryst in the trees and four heads emerged. * The four...
