“From this angle it appears absolutely dead,” said Levon. He was looking at the legs, the cow stiff in the pool as if it were doing the dead man’s float. He walked around the body slowly. Steam still rose from it. It hadn’t been dead long.
“I
Saul’s tradition in the 80s, going to the new Peppermint Lounge on 45th, turned ritual once he met the waitress with the sparkly cleavage, her oral cavity the most lascivious thing he’d ever made it with, which he did every chance he got on those
Added today a feature story by George Singleton along with an interview conducted by Meg Pokrass and Jim Whorton. See FEATURES above or go directly to Gripe Water.
We’re delighted to feature a new story by Olufemi Terry, whose short story “Stickfighting Days” won the 2010 Caine Prize for African Writing. See our FEATURES page or go directly to Dark Triad.
Our next issue is scheduled for July 2011. This will be a special issue of fiction and nonfiction pieces 1000 words or less, edited by fiction writer and essayist Jane Armstrong, James Whorton, Jr., Frederick Barthelme & friends. Submissions
The trick to falling is to do it in the up direction, betraying gravity but following the wind. Try it six times, in a hurry, as if you were pouring coffee from the unstable top step of a ladder, the musky smell of clove and skunk rising back toward
We are delighted to present a developing feature showing the work of French artist and illustrator Chloe Poizat. We’re beginning with just a few images, but hope to have more in the near future. Click on the FEATURES link above or go directly to
I can’t sleep because it is not necessary, a bath won’t help, I have a bath but it is not one I will use and last week he did not have any problems and also the sound of the ocean pleases me; can’t sleep because under is a sub-continent, a captain
We’re pleased to publish today a short feature on Lori Ostlund, including a wonderful story and a short interview. Please look on the FEATURES page or just click here.
You are mostly silent but when you do speak you take that tone with me.
My bones break easily. You see me as fragile, watch where I walk, wrap my ankles in cotton when it rains. The doctor pulls my bones apart, bends my wrist back, pushes in a way
iPad users might see BLIP in the Onswipe magazine theme, specially set for tablets. We’re just trying it out at the moment so it gets turned on and off.
The Asian girl was a graphic designer. I stole her ideas when I could. She said she gave them to me. She had a thing about gifts. You couldn’t take anything from her. That was what frustrated me the most; she made everything I stole seem like a favor.
We’re looking for 100–200 word pieces of fiction, nonfiction, or other, key element that they be interesting and not run-of-mill fare. If interested, send to us using this email link: Send me to BLIP at once!
Our fine staff of editors will
Equine anatomy fills the room,
a muzzle at the edge of the rug,
its pastern between the coronet and fetlock,
you are happy it is evening.
The cannon bone is spectacular and sharp,
and I hold the left one
to the light.
“What’s the matter with you?” she asks.
Years ago I had a lot of time and would answer such idiotic questions. She was thin then, and used mascara, blush. Now everything’s loose and natural and I don’t like it one bit. Even the
Early in our association, the Warrior Poet said, “I’m a warrior poet. Before I walk into a place, I look around to make sure I can kill everyone in the room with my bare hands.”
Now the Warrior Poet is dead. Self-inflicted.
My father. WWII. U.S. Army, frontline infantry. Battle of the Bulge. Bronze Star. Purple Heart.
Before he shoots himself, he tries to take a couple of people out with him. My evil ex-stepmother, her current husband. The bullets graze the husband, but miss the stepmother. She hits the floor, plays dead, and prays and prays to her snow-globe Jesus, her cow face pressed against filthy carpet.
It came to him him that ten of his thirty facebook friends had breast cancer and were running running races.
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Margaret Benjamin is the author of “Turtles and Magic,” a chapbook. She lives with her partner in Fresno, California, where
