Michael Holladay ~ Retroactive

2009-10-08 01.57.50cBefore Jake went to Hideaway Lounge, he assessed him­self in his bath­room mir­ror to see if he’d mea­sure up to the younger men. He stared at the top of his head. The glop of gel – a first time pur­chase – solid­i­fied his hair, arch­ing over a bald patch, look­ing like rows of minia­ture wiper blades. Moonlight shined through the cur­tains’ singes from a cig­a­rette fire when his dad owned the –more

Andrew Morgan ~ Services

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I am not the dancer with her left foot some­how wedged against the rail. Not the dancer then or eigh­teen min­utes pri­or as she dashed cry­ing from a build­ing very much alone and mind­less and with­out direc­tion. I’m not her nor sur­prised as she stum­bles into her wedged posi­tion on the rail. I’m not her as she real­ized simul­ta­ne­ous­ly the seri­ous­ness of her wedg­ing and the ultra seri­ous­ness –more

John Holman ~ Vacation

I got to Dexter’s house about 6:00 on a warm Saturday October evening. His wife Olivia opened the door wear­ing red Capri pants that looked new, and a white T-shirt and red san­dals.  She looked like sum­mer and Christmas at the same time, but as I said, it was fall.  She car­ried two shop­ping bags and clutched her keys in the hand that held her red purse.  I couldn’t tell if she was com­ing or –more

Christopher James ~ All I Need Now is One Enormous Bowl to Catch Them Together

2001-02-23-030200-8The vil­la has small lizards, tokay geck­os. Beads for eyes, ghost jade skin, dis­tinc­tive squawks. At first they were cute, until a cou­ple fell on us dur­ing the night,. I catch a baby, small­er than my favourite fin­ger, under a plas­tic soy bowl, then don’t know what to do with it. I leave the soy bowl where it is, in the mid­dle of the cool tiled floor, with a post-it. “ABSOlutely don’t TOUCH –more

Michael Putnam ~ Sharing Space

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Since the blind­fold out­side of Maude’s Crab Castle, every­thing had been dark­ness and pain. In the park­ing lot, a brusque hand forced him into a trunk fol­lowed short­ly by the sound of a car door clos­ing.

The pain came from the zip tie around his wrists, along with the driver’s lack of con­cern with pre­serv­ing the sus­pen­sion of the car. Was sus­pen­sion right? In terms of dri­ving over uneven –more