Carl Watson

An excerpt from backwards the drowned go dreaming People like to blame things—they like to pretend life is an accident, that it’s not their fault.   But accidents can be intentional.  We make ourselves magnets by o...

S. A. Emmons

The stars must have been aligned when, entirely by chance, I happened upon The Spitters way back in 1994. I had caught a short blurb on them while flipping through some metal magazine or another in a grocery store. It was ac...

Sean Flaherty

Ice-T Spit on my Foot I have been going to night school after work so I can learn some new things, to broaden myself at forty-three, I met this roofer at school who told me that all the roofers and electrician...

Patricia Eakins

An excerpt from The Marvelous Adventures of Pierre Baptiste, Father and Mother, First and Last Now the DEROGATIONS by means of which the whites belittle the honor and dignity of blacks are very well known, among them as a...

Bonny Finberg

I'm sure there was a moment when I realized it was about to happen. But I can't remember it. It snuck up on me, like snake bite—sending you into a delirium, and just when you realize what's happening you’re dead. It was...

Mike DeCapite

I went to St. Louis and stayed with Ted and Kit for the weekend. They’d been there a couple of years, I guess. Ted had bottomed out in Brooklyn and they’d moved home to St. Louis for him to get straightened out. Their...

Max Blagg

an excerpt from 101 Nights Every two weeks the exterminator came by the bar to suppress the vermin that swarmed beneath the sinks, behind the kitchen walls and in the basement. There were no rats, but the place had a fluc...

D. Scot Miller

Awakened brother catatonic deified expletive flayed gargoyle heathen icon jack-of-all-trades jaded jalouse jargon jejune jewelry jiggle joker jockey jouissance journeyman juvenile joyride jubilee juke jump juncture juxtapose...

bart plantenga

Pivo Is Czech for Beer But Also An Alter-Ego In 1993, you could live like a bastard prince in Prague – if you had dollars to spend – on a pauper’s wages. Beer was 15 US cents – and we would repeat the names ... Pi...

Jose Padua

When I was a kid I thought that the greatest record ever made was the 1968 mod orchestral rendering of of Jimmy Webb’s lost love opus, MacArthur Park. For me, MacArthur Park was a flash of wisdom, an epiphany a...

Jonathan Shaw

2AM Saturday night, Buenos Aires. Lost in a rancid late night whirlwind of saggy asses and rock hard smiles, my friends upstairs shaking up the night, the tired parade is running out of fun. Tired of the sad old games an...

Jonathan Shaw

Went to the Gold Bar with the gringo but he wasn't feeling it. No speeky spany. I spotted my little firework girl from Saturday night among the blinking Christmas lights and tacky plastic decorations. We were about to go ...

bart plantenga

Su Byron Spilling Beer: Late at night Su Byron and I would walk back from whatever disaster, like in Fanelli’s where things happened or didn’t. On the way home – each our own hovel with beds where the sheets no longer ...