Christopher Coffey

Christopher Coffey makes his home in Minneapolis, Minnesota. A longtime resident of the Midwest, Christopher graduated with a degree in art from St. Olaf College. That was a long time ago he hasn’t come too far since then. He hopes to grow up some day and become a real person with a webpage. But for now he mostly wishes he was anything that he is not.

MAGAZINE ARTWORK BY CHRISTOPHER COFFEY (9 TOTAL)

CrowTarget Practice

The black door needed painting, but only after he had unhinged, removed, sanded and primed it. That wasn’t going to happen. He had intended to renovate his man cave in the basement. Man cave, what… [more]

Billy IdolBooty Hill

Billy Idol’s music makes my dick hard. So does baseball: playing it, watching it in person, on TV, listening to games on the radio, trading and collecting bubble gum cards, you name it. Combine both… [more]

Manhands, by Christopher CoffeyKen’s Doll

There’s really nothing wrong with the Valley. People accustomed to Sunset look down on it but paradise has its limits; thinking all of Los Angeles can be a palm-lined mirage of awesomeness is lunacy. The… [more]

turtle toyTurtle Power

In the Black Hills we went to a replica of the Flintstone’s town where I sat in Fred’s car. My brother climbed Dino while my sister stuck her face atop Wilma’s neck. I was too… [more]

heads in bottles, by Chris CoffeyAMYGDALA

Deep in the Eureka, Kansas bunker, there still exists one Memory Replacement protocol, invented by the late Hemispheres scientist Hans Geisser. It is a cryogenic dreaming sequencing process known officially as “Foreground Switching.” The main… [more]

art by Christopher CoffeyFive in the Morning

As I lie sleepless in the semidarkness, the birds warm up their voices, & it occurs to me that only birds know what birds are saying, just as only you know how to make me… [more]

Pushed, artwork by Christopher CoffeyPushed

He stood up from his desk and yelled, _____“Nasty-ass bitch motherfucker!” when I told him to leave, perhaps mistaking my nervous, shocked smile for mocking when he thrusted his hands into my chest on his… [more]

Fancy Cat, by Chris Coffey1978

She lived alone. She lived many lives. Her name was Jenn. She had several cats. They rarely came out. Jenn barely went out either. Her weekly trips to the store. The cherry wine. The Pall… [more]

Cow, by Christopher CoffeyLife, Limb, and the Devil’s Dissent

I. Because it was the thirty-third anniversary of the overthrow of their old government, and because it, too, happened to be a red autumnal moon, and because the calf came out hindquarters first, complicating the… [more]