This morning my scrambled eggs are yellow. The grass on my lawn is green, apples on the counter red. I think of Continue reading fata morgana ~by~ Melanie Browne
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Fresh Bacon by Richard Godwin
It was noon when they awoke the pig. It was slumbering in the folds of my mother’s lap all the way there.
The Big Issue by Paul D Brazill
You see, they call them issues these days.
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Sticky Like Baked Chicken by Dave Migman
Ho, it’s hot. A car park stopover 4pm scorching and I stink – yesterday’s beer and fake Mexican food oozing from Continue reading Sticky Like Baked Chicken by Dave Migman
Bum Summer by Gladys Jackson
Three days and the sore’s still coming out of Tyrell.
Dirty Up The Doorstep by Mike Sauve
With my girlfriend away for the week I had gotten back into some bad habits. I’d consumed nearly a case of beer and Continue reading Dirty Up The Doorstep by Mike Sauve
“LIE STEEL!” by John McNeeley
It had been close to two years since my last dental cleaning. I had been in LA for a year now with no real job to speak Continue reading “LIE STEEL!” by John McNeeley
BLACK BETWEEN THE FRAMES #1 by Walter Conley
As Roy checks for damage, the man he thought he just beat to death rolls over and sings, “A vision of loveliness, I uttered a sigh….”
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WWB #5: Tis Be th’ Way O’ Lore an Lust by Jodi MacArthur
Captain Viper sailed over the deck of the Wicked Woman. It was as if the music and thunder had been siphoned from Continue reading WWB #5: Tis Be th’ Way O’ Lore an Lust by Jodi MacArthur
Kentucky Ketchup By Richard Godwin.
That month saw a fall of singed frogs across Central America.
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