PROLOGUE: “Do It Again”
Sunday morning. You’ve awoken to the warm smell of an empty kettle on a blazing hotplate. Scrambling to turn the damn thing off, you’re reminded of what an old-timer recently told you- that Sunday...
View Article“Dirty Work”
Evening, dawn. The might hunter returns from the sky, to the sky. Orion- mighty hunter. Fear his sword. His..sword. “I’m sorry,” she laughs. “His sword. That’s fucking ridiculous.” I love her. So...
View Article“Kings”
Alger Hiss was framed. There is nothing preventing me from going to work- nothing but a crippling migraine, a nausea surging greasily in hangover intensity, not from any particular excess the night...
View Article“Midnite Cruiser”
There are times when the walls of this shitty hotel flex, pulse, retract, and constrict like being on the inside of a corrupt beating heart. There are times when everything is fine. Usually this is...
View Article“Only A Fool Would Say That”
You eat almost every meal at Bussard. So does everyone on the R d’B&F. There are holdouts, of course, grognards of the purest stripe who only eat some few types of roughage acquired at the farmer’s...
View Article“Reelin’ In The Years”
The knife is very sharp. The air in the apartment is clear and cool. Your sinuses fluctuate between stuffy and vacant with an instant of crackling pain. If you allow the pain to slip away momentarily-...
View Article“Fire in the Hole”
You are aware of a few things when you wake up, mostly pain, but can guess that something has broken in your consciousness and meaning will probably never be the same. Sky. For a moment logic...
View Article“Brooklyn”
You lean forward. You are blind. Hysterically so. Something brushes against your face, like ferns or the tatters of shredded opera gloves. Tinny, distorted music creeps up out of nowhere- well, not...
View ArticleChange of the Guard
I’m sorry to announce that you are me. Take a drink. No. I don’t trust vodka. You’re bad at this. These curtains, violet, open, are offensive. Letting the sun in. That fucker isn’t welcome here. Your...
View Article“Turn That Heartbeat Over Again”
The round steel turntable was the center of the universe. It resembled nothing more than the crudely husbanded offspring of a Pizza Hut roof and an Airstream trailer, and it turned and turned....
View ArticleA First Interstice In The Steely Dan Discography
There are certainly plenty of things to be said about Can’t Buy A Thrill and most of those things have been repeated, but for our purposes that’s probably unnecessary. I might however say that perhaps...
View ArticleRazorboy
The headless mariachis are playing the corrida again. You know the one. Snippets are on the lips of every hollowhipped beamish boy who’d make the run. Mule or jackass? They need the respirocytes, the...
View ArticleDon’t Take Me Alive
by Nathan Carson Deckard had hippie parents. He was only a crotch-hair away from being named Bilbo or Cosmo or Elvis or Fagin. But the joke was on his folks. They’d raised him on carob and...
View ArticleThe Boston Rag
by Langdon Hickman My spirit rises up through the sky. Borne away on psychic winds, I fly free from my body, from the hell that this world has become since the fall, up, up, into the dome of heaven....
View Article“Pearl of the Quarter”
Winter is hard on these apartments, cold wind blowing through the flats on the lower levels, through the crevices of the crawlspace, where for some pocket money you garbed up in tyvek and a gas mask-...
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