Stories

Well This Trip Fuckin’ Sucks So Far – Homeless

Really an Asshole

 

Hank Williams lies in bed, asleep.

The walls of his room – the color of white eyes after a near death experience – stare at him, unblinking and intense, watching as the last of the black weather finally passes from his head like a slow-dying, mental fog.

As soon as the black weather disappears, a knock comes from the door.

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Stories

The Olive Farmer – Fawzy Zablah

Abram, a retired olive farmer in his late 70s, still enjoys a glass of Arak in the evenings, Turkish coffee in the mornings (made with the cezve pot he bought when he was poor and alone) and when his children come to visit for Shabbat. His children are not really his children; their father is the handsome Palestinian man his wife has kept chained in the backyard shed for fifty years.

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Art

Pink Valentine Highways – Meeah Williams

It’s September
I hang my bare feet
out the window
to feel the wind
rush through my toes.

Your jaw is set like Dick Tracy’s.
Your eyes squinched tight
as key slots.
I sense your spirit animal
is the holstered gun
beneath your armpit.

We’re halfway to nowhere,
Obetz, Ohio,
where you make me dig a grave
and bury the last mementos
of my past.

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Art

Love and Hate and Mindless Drones – James D. Casey IV

transvestite cannibals
carrying secrets
and butcher’s knives
who gives a shit
where you take a piss
I don’t
people fear
what they don’t
understand

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