Gary Beck’s poetry and fiction have appeared in dozens of literary magazines. His chapbook, The Conquest of Somalia, is soon to be published by Cervena Barva Press. His plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes, and Sophocles have been produced Off-Broadway.
The Bumfuzzled Brothers
Rutger and Edgar Bumfuzzled are suspicious and furious and do not like the questions of curious, would-be biographers.
M. Shaan Haque
M. Shaan Haque studied English Literature at the University of Illinois at Chicago. He grew up in Elk Grove Village, Illinois; Riyadh, Saudi Arabia; and Schaumburg, Illinois. He has three sisters and currently lives in Chicago without any children or pets.
Born amongst the corn cousins, Elmers, and strip-mall barons of Indiana, Patrick learned early on in life that something was rotten in Denmark. After mailing many, many postcards to various addresses in the greater Copenhagen area asking after the source of the stench, and after receiving no replies to his repeated queries, he became convinced that it must be the mayonnaise. More by Patrick Russell
Steve Spaulding believes he will have another pull on the whisky bottle, thank you very much — and would there be a spare beer in the fridge? ‘Cause that would be great. He is also a bit deaf in one ear so would you mind speaking up? And don’t hold it against him that he doesn’t remember you; while he can remember obscure characters in movies and comic books on only a single exposure, real people are like the flitting shadows of a strobe-lit room to him. Steve considers it a downright miracle he has lasted as long as he has in such a cruel and unforgiving world and thanks his lucky stars for every breath he draws, and for all the good friends he’s made. Steve wonders what God was thinking, where the surplus went, whether there’s a spare beer in the fridge, and did he already ask that? Because his short-term memory is sort of on the fritz these days. More by Steve Spaulding
In addition to a short story in the current issue of New York Tyrant, William Walsh’s fiction and derived texts have appeared in Juked, Lit, Caketrain, Elimae, Opium, Rosebud, Pequin, Crescent Review, Quarterly West, Fringe, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, and other journals. His first novel, Without Wax, is forthcoming in the spring of 2008 from Casperian Books, and an illustrated chapbook entitled The Snowman on the Moon is due out soon from Uptown Books. His short stories have received three nominations for the Pushcart Prize.
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