or How Eating the Cheese Dribbling from My Skull Explains the Universe in Its Entirety I have this wound in the back of my head (a drinking injury—more on that…
Horror
Le Tigre
Allie held the painting at arm’s length and looked for something scary in it. The drying canvas was blood-soaked with all the reds she had squeezed from the tubes now…
The Red Hand Speaks!
by Forsythia G-Robin and L. B. Apocalypse I take the same route to work every day: I walk from the west side, Easton Avenue, down the hill past the train…
Bicycle Man
Isaac never could draw a bicycle from memory, but most people couldn’t. Sure, they’d remember its two eponymous wheels, and the handlebars and seat came next, but so many forgot…
We Buried Our Gays
You are not a ghost, I know, because I can touch you. I pull leaves and branches out of your curly hair as you pull my hips closer to you,…
Too Many Fish
The idea, absurd as it might be, was a simple one. The fish tank in Chris’s bedroom was no ordinary fish tank. The tank itself, basking in the soft…
Voodoo
When he found it, we said let it alone,call the police. But he tampered with it,took money out before a squad car arrived.Baffled, the officers grew annoyed,made accusations of hoax,…
We Drink to Life
My work demands the completion of many unpleasant tasks, but the most unpleasant are these quarterly visits to my grandfather. As the one who’d gotten him committed to the institution,…
Borscht Belt Bodhisattva
1. The Black Hole of Comedy I made my way down the dank, filthy stairs, into the darkness where jokes go after they’ve died. I descended into Ha-Ha Hell, like…