In This Issue

  • The Next Time I See You

    I will pretend I don’t know you / you will act like nothing ever happened / I will tell you how much I love you / we will embrace like old lovers / we will kiss like new lovers / I will drive my heel into your throat / you will know the meaning of unkindness Poetry by Heather Egland

  • The Dead-Goldfish Deterministic Blues

    In the coming weeks I did try to straighten up and fly right. I stopped all my blaspheming and limited my swearing strictly to obscenities. I cut way back on my Internet porn. I put a hold on stealing office supplies. But the more improvements I tried to make, the more it occurred to me that as a sinner, I was strictly small-time.
    Fiction by Steve Spaulding

  • The Township to the East Is Called Paradise

    They were not found for six months, when Jilly’s lease was up and the landlord knocked at her door. By then they were skeletons. The murderer was never found, since he/she was not really a human being. The case was investigated for a few months and then tossed aside. Ficton by Daniel Gallik

  • The Post Office and the Pious Woman

    Standing in line to get into the post office will someday be one of those archaic things our grandchildren will never understand. “You see, kids, back then people used to send you little containers made of paper that contained other, more important pieces of paper. Sometimes the most important things would be sent to you this way.” By Geary Yonker

  • A Send-Up . . . Or, Rather, a Send-Off

    Farewell to the very nice cross-dresser with the wide, hairy feet and too much makeup who chatted me up while we waited on the el platform. (That’s right: a dude dressed as a woman hitting on another woman.) I felt bad for him because he really was very nice. Yet I also felt I had to elude him as soon as the train arrived. As a wise woman once said, “Life is too short for nice.”
    By Katherine Hinkebein

  • The Devil in Dr. Jones

    People had weird things wrong with them, like gout, that they never treated because it was a double whammy: not only would you not get paid for the time you took off, but you’d also have the added expense of a doctor bill. People who were 40 looked 60. There were a surprising number of googly eyes. By Denise Pace


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