Fiction & Poetry

Begin typing your search above and press return to search. Press Esc to cancel.

the homeless guy on the corner is jaundiced and dying

there are people here lying in days old shit. lined up on the cold, hard floor, wounds weeping onto the tiles.

I contemplate Bed Bath and Beyond’s 20% off mattress topper sale and if I should continue to starve myself for my upcoming trip to Florida.

“Do this one,” Greg says. It’s only fifty feet away, but the dials are tiny, and the black hands are even tinier, like a gnat’s wings.

My beautiful daughter Melissa Sarah Hart died last Friday 24th September from an accidental drug overdose.

After you left, I mostly did a lot of nothing.

A little shard of milky glass: rock: a pure lattice of confusion, a chemical matrix, cooking you inside out.

The plumber came and made a video of Dan’s sewer line.

Old Ugly Alfred held his hand outside from the twelfth story bathroom window.

Jake is toasting sesame seeds in a pan to make his own tahini.