Darius James

An excerpt from the novel, "Froggy Chocolates" Froggie woke up curled upside down in a fetal-ball; pretzeled in a tangle of arms, legs, feet and elbows with his nose pinched between the split of another child’s bottom....

Peter Marti

Zombie Hef from beyond the grave grabs my old junk and yanks Zombie Hef promises me nubile 20-year-old beauties but one touch and they crumble into dust and gore Zombie Hef points his dead pipe at me and leers over the...

Joel Allegretti

6 PM ON THE BQE Waiting to exit, a dozen cars deep, I glance out the driver-side window and, beyond six over- worked lanes, behold rolling gray acres of gravestones. As the minutes perish and blow across ...

Jennifer Juneau

There is No Brooklyn Bound F Service no F trains from this station, the sign says at 42nd street & sixth avenue (where you spent your day) to get to the lower east side (where you’ll spend your night) you must take t...

Kurt Vonnegut

The Big Space Fuck KURT VONNEGUT / AGAIN, DANGEROUS VISIONS, HARLAN ELLISON, ED., 1972 “What was the dirtiest story I ever wrote?” asked Kurt Vonnegut in Palm Sunday, his 1981 “autobiographical collage.” “Surel...

Peter Marra

Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque) There is always beauty in the hissing sounds. The alternating camera speeds reveal a long-lashed woman; touching experimental films, she has a forceful birth to destroy ...

Michael Rothenberg

The Trumpeters Cowards in white sheets, the skinhead cops and racists, the religious working men and women who think a woman’s place is in the kitchen and children are to be seen and not heard, and believe people of...

Mac Blauner

There is the whoop of a siren, and suddenly red and blue lights play over the backs of her closed eyelids. She lies in bed. She knows it’s the cops. This is always how she wakes when they come to her father’s house in th...

Tsaurah Litzky

For Bob Marley I grind the beans for my morning coffee, organic fair trade beans from Trader Joe’s in the electric coffee grinder my father gave me so long ago, the smell of happiness fills my kitchen, th...