Neil Martinson

At this stage of my life, I don’t crash nearly as many parties as I used to. Free time is at a premium, and there’s simply less wandering to do now that I live in Los Angeles. While my two decades in San Francisco proved...

The Editors

On April 9, 2020, we had another terrific show via Zoom, featuring readings by: - Puma Perl (NYC) - Larissa Shmailo (NYC) - Marc Olmsted (Portland, OR) and - Joshua Mohr (San Francisco) Vinnie Zangrillo (Strong Isla...

The Editors

A virtual reading presented by Sensitive Skin Magazine, on April 2nd, 2020, featuring: - John J. Trause (New Jersey) - Marguerite Van Cook (New York) - Rich Ferguson (LA) - Bonny Finberg (New York) - Erika Schickel (LA)...

The Editors

Sorry, no April Poetry Month this year - but we've still got plenty of poetry coming your way (and prose too!). We'll be running virtual online readings for the duration of the shelter-in-place order (so...September 2021?). ...

Richard Charles Schaefer

What do banal pricks dream about? You know the type; if he’s not your boss, he’s your boss’s boss, your father, or your stepfather. He exerts influence over some part of your life, and it’s not unreasonable to wonder...

Joe McAvoy

There was a time from around 1971 to … well … now, I guess, when I was rather obsessed with a singer/songwriter from our great neighbor-nation to the north. Some who knew me in the seventies—I grew more discreet over t...

Bari Lynn Hein

I come here every Friday. Same time – between three and three thirty, before rush hour. No one knows I come. In the summer it was easy to gather the dead flowers from the week before; all I had to do was snap their dry ...

Ann Levin

If I hadn’t known before, then I knew on the plane. Everything was different. It was the first time I could remember that I wasn’t afraid of flying. I couldn’t drink, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t even need the al...

Peter Wortsman

New neighbors. The walls are thin. The mole on her chin makes it safe to fantasize, or so I think. “I’m Crowley,” she says, “that’s Jim.” Jim the Psycho gives me a look that says: I’ll kill you if I ca...

Bonny Finberg

Love, built on mutual fantasy in order to fortify against loneliness, eventually becomes a prison. I approach the beginning of the end never really having had love that doesn't feel like a betrayal. Anyone I have ever...

J. K.

Play One Hot car and hot girl after two hot nights. Pushing the pedal, I sped my new girlfriend’s blue Mustang down the Bay Area Autobahn. I could hurtle for miles at a buck twenty—if it wasn’t for the CHP. San Fran...

Roberta Allen

THE DYING MAN The dying man just told the barmaid and two customers that he is dying. The two men stare at their drinks. The barmaid washes glasses so she doesn’t have to look at the dying man. “I’m so sorry,”...