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Goldilocks and the Three

Goldilocks and the Three

Goldilocks and the Three   Brenna Ehrlich Brenna.Ehrlich@gmail.com   “Happy Birthday to you,” Min’s mom and sister crooned off-key as the animatronic bears lurched to life. Papa Bear, or at least what Min imagined to be the papa bear (as he was wearing a snappy fedora), windmilled his taxidermied arm across his cherry candy-colored guitar,...
After Egg

After Egg

After Egg By E. S. Sparks ( Instagram ) Inquiries: erica.s.sparks@gmail.com     The young woman met her friend at 2:15 for brunch. She would only be in New York for the long weekend and wanted to make the most of it, see everyone. Miriam had been gently urging her to visit and she wanted...
The Portrait Artist

The Portrait Artist

The Portrait Artist     It had been an especially long, dark winter until that day in late February when the sun shined especially bright, melting the snow so rapidly that one’s socks absorbed the musty vapors of heat that rose from the ground. The streets, each one representing a tendril of Manhattan’s rumpled brow,...
Son, the Sun Don't Set in the South

Son, the Sun Don’t Set in the South

Son, the Sun Don’t Set in the South Words by Fishspit   I’m not very sharp . . . simple things ain’t so simple to me. I’d poured over the book “Alcoholic’s Anonymous” a number of times . . . drunk and sober. Finally, a time came when I was thoroughly whooped. I found me...
D. face painT.ingS.

D. face painT.ingS.

Words: Fishspit   I was talkin’ to my dear pal Lil-e on the horn the other night… well …let’s start from the beginning. Lil-e’d sent me a letter where she said she was doing some “face painting” for this thing. I was like, “What the fuck? I need some explanation on this one.” So when...
accidents

accidents

accidents by C. H. Gorrie     Kneeling in the middle of my street, holding the unconscious man’s head, I was steeped in the stench of cheap vodka streaming from his mouth. His shallow breathing rattled like a failing engine as blood dribbled down his chin in splayed lines.   The accident happened so quickly,...
Dressing Up the Kitties by Daddy

Dressing Up the Kitties by Daddy

  How and why did life get so complicated . . . so difficult? Mental illness and booze have ravaged me since age 13. But I remember . . . god I remember. Younger days . . . maybe it was age 4 or 5. I’d go to see my cousin. She was the same...
Faux-th of July

Faux-th of July

  We all arrive to this open field in messy, unkempt suits, the sun long since set. None of us can fully express the feelings we have in the pit of our stomachs. The orange color illuminates the stage which we have set for ourselves, whose source are the three or four incandescent safety lights...

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