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The Battle of Skinner Butte

Ray Jicha

Moving north from San Francisco I slept on the beach near Arcata then made my way to Eugene where I got dropped off around 10:00 p.m. I found a little downtown bar, ordered a draft to pay for the stool and washed down t...

Two Poems

William Lessard

Paul Kelly First time I saw you you were riding a stolen motorcycle down the middle of our baseball field, the cops in hot pursuit. Last time I saw you ...

Some Poems

Les Bridges

Stuck on a Runway Thunderheads loom over Dallas. Stranded planes mill like nervous, 100-ton cattle, blood streaks across silver flanks. 185 strangers and I marinate ...

How to Stop Smoking in Nineteen-thousand-two-hundred-and-eighty-seven Seconds, Usama

Chavisa Woods

I asked no questions about anything. i just wanted to smoke cigarettes. Lots and lots of cigarettes. I come back once a year to visit. I only stay a few days. I try not to ask too many questions. There’s noth...

If You Play and If You Die

Jim Feast

Artemis Brewster owned a large retail store in New Jersey, the Bargain Toy Mart (Toys for Less!) And he loved science fiction as much as what he sold. But his was not the doting, immature love of the geeky fanboy, it was...

Todd Colby—Eight Poems

Todd Colby

Peace & Good Order Okay dear, whatever you can manage will be propped up in a boat next to you full of apologies and texts from some cabin pumped with nitrous oxide next to the oce...

They

James Romberger

They, a comic written and drawn by James Romberger, from Sensitive Skin Number 8.

An Interview with New Monsters

New Monsters

The New Monsters are a Bay Area combo lead by bassist Steve Horowitz (The Code International) and tenor sax “monster” Dan Plonsey (of Daniel Popsicle, and composer of Leave Me Alone, an opera with libretto by Harvey ...

If You’re So Special, Why Aren’t You Dead?

Jim Greer

Alphonse samson stood before the mirror in his bathroom for a long time before deciding to. The mirror had no frame but its edges were beveled and the soft light from the neighbor’s bright room shining through a small squa...

Pardon My French

Thaddeus Rutkowski

When i arrived in paris by train, I tried to place a call to a friend, someone I knew from my home city. Surprisingly, there was a phone service with a human attendant in the train station. I gave the phone woman the numb...