Magazine Archives for:
April 2012
Killing Mom
My wife warned me that she would kill my mother. Honestly I didn’t care as long as she didn’t get caught. Besides, I knew Dana wouldn’t have the guts to do it. Was I really… [more]
And So
She can see it bruise the horizon, then erupt – like a mother striking a daughter, like the electricity between the surfaces of her palms, or between two women repelled. The storm rears, poised to… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 10
In the holofeed wall above the phony flickering fireplace, the fifteen-year-old Mira Mira sat in the defendant’s chair, listening to testimony against her. Yelena thought her neon blue skin undercut the way her lawyers had… [more]
A Disquisition on the Erogenous Impulse in Prose Narratives
I once drew an enormous cock on the wall of the Shettleston Community Support & Benefits Centre. I took great care rendering each hair poking from below the scrotum to the thick copse of pubic… [more]