Mrs. Grait got religion one Sunday morning in spring while watching a television evangelist. She caught it like a sudden chill on a hot day, and within moments it had consumed her so thoroughly she could only weep bitterly at all the long years she’d wasted not in service to Continue reading Heckfire and Darnation: a Cautionary Fable by Heath Lowrance
30 Versions of Warm Leatherette by Graham Wynd
for Marko
Obsession: she understood obsession. He had noticed her a little—sort of goth, sort of emo—but it wasn’t until he knew the depths of her obsessions that he really took an interest. He sat behind her in English where Mr James always laughed that laugh that some of the lads thought hilarious, but most of the girls thought was creepy.
Continue reading 30 Versions of Warm Leatherette by Graham Wynd
Some Thoughts on ART by Richard Godwin
Historically debates about art and its cultural significance are thematically cloned by context. They often serve as mouthpieces for politics or trend.
The Crowd by Melanie Browne
The snow crunches under their feet as they make their way to the arena. The lights from the stadium reflect off the mud colored slush that seeps into their boots. They appreciate the ironic and so they Continue reading The Crowd by Melanie Browne
Feral Things : An interview with Erin Cole
by Mav Skye
Erin Cole is a dark, mischievous writer. She plants stars in your eyes while sewing midnight into your soul. I read everything she puts outs, always anxious to unlock the mysteries woven through her work. She kindly joins me today at Pulp Metal Magazine to talk about her latest release FERAL THINGS from Damnation Books.
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The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
Bootsie Goldstein.
Fuck you Bootsie!
Who in the Western Hemisphere smuggles ivory? Who does that? Doesn’t matter. It’s over now. My poor crew. My crew of buccaneers was a tight machine of nimble little thieves. Over the years I built and worked Continue reading The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
The Astronaut by Elena Robidoux
We’re in bed, but I’m in outer space.
I’m in orbit.
Dirty Night by Jason Beech
I just love my football.
I don’t have enough skill to write a letter home, so I referee five-a-side games to enjoy it close-up. Some great players here. Dozens of teams running about side-by-side fields as if tonight’s games will influence the rest of their lives. I love their joy at the art they create with that round thing. But there’s always one or two out to muck it all up. Not by trying to stop others play – there’s room for that and Continue reading Dirty Night by Jason Beech
The Crimson Eyeball by Dr. Mel Waldman
A spoken word Bizarro piece.
Featuring the dulcet tones of The Dictator
CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
I’d been going to Joyce at Super Cuts for about four months when Joyce quit and they hired Christina and I had to explain all over again how to cut my hair. I was losing it on top, but I didn’t like to put it that way and some haircutters will fill in the blanks for you so you don’t have to say it and embarrass yourself. You can be very self-deprecating. I told Christina she had a job cut out for her alright, Continue reading CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
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