Hell is a Venice Beach public restroom. It is dark and covered with the writings of a rambling madman scribbled in neon orange paint. A thick green sludge lives on the floor and can never…
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The Stubborn Child by Gwyn Ruddell Lewis
We told our children he hadn’t listened to his mother. We said he played Chicken. With a train. His mother had told him to stay away from the tracks. The train braked, much too late….
Houdini’s Cousin in the Storage Unit by Lenore Weiss
She was moving from a 10 by 15 into a 5 by 9, downsizing whatever she’d packed into plastic boxes with seals that popped when I lifted them like they were filled with effervescent secrets,…
Monochrome by Cory Saul
During the two weeks they were in the cabin, Andi painted everything grayscale. The lampshades were salt and pepper and the rotting floors were charcoal. She made murals of black on white brick. They sat…
Marcus by Katie McGinnis
Marcus was a poet. A man pumped so full of lithium that his arms had swollen into sausages. So fat that I could hardly find his eyes. According to him, to his eyes, the world…