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Carlos Danger #1
He thinks he’s the hero New York deserves, but he’s sure not the one it wants right now. He is… Carlos Danger!!! [more]
Martian Lit Releases CS DeWildt’s Dead Animals
Martian Lit is proud to announce the publication of CS DeWildt’s Dead Animals, a collection of short stories and flash. The book doesn’t pull its punches, and it focuses on damaged and damaging characters. But… [more]
Lost Martians
I looked behind the dryer where socks, mittens, and dust bunnies crouch in shadows and lint. I looked inside the closets. I looked under the bed where I’ve found mp3 players, earplugs, and bad dreams.… [more]
More Glowing Reviews of Julian Darius’s Nira/Sussa
Two new reviews have been published of Julian Darius’s Nira/Sussa, the first novel published by Martian Lit: one review by SR Jones and another by Pavarti K. Tyler. Snippets from SR Jones’s review include: With NIRA/SUSSA, author… [more]
Christopher
Teeth laid in porcelain face— the skin, molars. Bone-colored, carrying bridges. Come to me, angular body and hands clutching a book. Its blue cover’s threaded, paled in age. You read about brothers—a story of birds… [more]
Ceasefire
Battle, like fighting for peace. Day and Night. Blind tears of rage no one Hears or knows of, save those few I don’t horrify yet, who see me more Clearly than I see myself. Remember.… [more]
Move the Camera
The first thing you notice about Andy Warhol is that he is an albino. Needless to say, as a young kid with the attention span of a braindead, I was delighted by this fact. My… [more]
Target 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]
Green Thumbs
When Poison Ivy appears at my backyard gate the Martians offer bouquets of Virginia creeper and woven crowns of red-tongued honeysuckle. I’m so startled that Dr. Isley is in my garden— butterfly bush, tea roses,… [more]
Happy Trails
Suddenly it felt like I’d been kicked in the head by a mule. That’s all I could remember, that moment of impact. It was like I’d spaced out and just woken up when kicked. There… [more]
Sick
I couldn’t stop saying it was “sick” to see her in a college hallway, having last annoyed each other in eighth grade. What I meant was that I liked her, that I loved to follow… [more]
Pretty Meat
90 minutes a day and a pretty face… You’d be amazed at what some good looks and time in the gym can do for you. The possibilities are endless: get an agent, get a role,… [more]
Quarry Letter
My carnivorous darling, my adored Predator, I long to be torn Limb from limb from limb by your Jewel-studded jaws I wish be ripped to pieces Rent in two I want to be devoured as… [more]
I Hope One Day You Will Learn How to Use the Oyster Knife
I make a list of things I don’t know: 1) The precise hue of your beard when you’re pouring me wine. 2) The name of the kind of bread you bake. 3) The probably obscene… [more]
Booty 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]
Big Deal
A quiet store, Saturday night, ten minutes to closing time. One customer remained, a female browsing the Pop music CD’s. The humming fluorescent lights illuminated her starkly, without shadow. Chuck Disani approached her with loping… [more]
Mars Vigila
_____Martians don’t masturbate.
Lamarckism
Jim grappled with his cock, imagining himself transforming into pixels as he thrust it into the image of a woman’s vagina. A mind beyond his penis insisted this could happen. It was the same mind that assured him… [more]
We’ll Take a Lover in the Afterlife
Dreamed on 15 Jan 2013. I was at my parents’ house, helping them move electronics around the living room. Everything we moved had other things behind it, flattened cardboard boxes propped up against the wall,… [more]
The Challenger
After Dad died and we moved in with Leon, everything went to shit. I remember the first night he did it to me. I was fourteen. Mom was–most likely passed out–downstairs on the sofa with… [more]
Ken’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]
She Didn’t Even Know Who He Was
I am wearing a facsimile of glasses worn by a young man when he was shot six times outside his apartment. It was a tragedy and it was infamous so I do not have to… [more]
Dinner and Charades
It is evening, and the sun is low. I ring the doorbell to my sister’s house. She answers the door, her brown eyes alight with excitement. “Why hello, Mike!” Nicole gushes. “How’s my favorite brother… [more]
Epithalamion: An Undetected Life
The Martians have decided to get married. Bridal magazines unfold on the end tables and curl in the humidity of the bathroom. Every weekend they take the city bus to the mall, to David’s, and… [more]
MARFA: AN ALIEN INVITE (TEXAS ET)
John M. Edwards, an alien spotter, drives out with some friends through the lonesome Texas tumbleweeds to party down with extraterrestrials. —————————————————————— Have you ever gotten an RSVP from Heaven? So here I was smack effing dab… [more]
