Fiction
First Thing We Did
“We untangled ourselves, which turned out to be a mistake.”
Road Rash
Barb killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record, walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as […]
Giving An Account Of Oneself
I don’t know why other men keep doing this to me. He’s not the first man to knock the hat off my head and then tell me he’s going to spit in my face if I don’t stop asking him why he keeps knocking the hat off of my head. This is not something to […]
Andy Warhol’s James Bond
I woke up at around nine. I took a shower. In the shower. I shaved when I got out. I was in the shower for a little under twenty minutes. It took me a half hour to shave my face. Because I have to moisten the hairs. Otherwise I get a rash. There’s a cream […]
Catch-As-Catch-Can
What an awful song. I mean, this is really a bad song. There is nothing good about this song except that after three minutes and seven seconds it ends. That Leah, though? Is that Leah? Is that hot blonde slice of cream pie supposed to be Leah? That’s who Lonnie is singing to? What’s he […]
Zoo And Her Worms
“Close your eyes Zoo.” I do as I’m told. I want to believe everything is as simple as that small command. Close your eyes Zoo. I want to believe in the darkness I see behind my lids. That somewhere in there I can leave this body behind and float away. “Are you in your body […]
It’s Going To Be Fine
He puts his briefcase down before going inside. He rubs his right shoulder. Sore from the day. From slouching at his desk in midtown. From the commute. The New Jersey Transit has its moments. Shannon and Lisa are squealing in high pitched tones, the kind only small girls possess when they’re arguing. This is probably […]
A Matter of Power
“All I know is Derek is my friend. I don’t see any reason why I should take his relationship for anything but legitimate. He and Celia are engaged after all.” Stewart Crumley had been having a good time. He and his wife, Jacqueline, were sitting in the arbor of their friends Miles Cartwright and […]