Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Short Story

Folsom, Survivor

1. MYSELF & THE CITY My name is Folsom and the most important fact of my existence, as determined by others, is that I survived...

Dummy

It’s not easy, being green. —Kermit the Frog I could feel Jordan’s hands working up and down my back. He tweaked my shoulder blade and my...

That’s How Wrong My Love Is

A while back, I watched a pair of mourning doves in their nest every day, watched as one then the other sat on an...

Shipping Manifesto: The Zeppelin Attack Dirigible Sessions

THE ELEVATED VIEW AFFORDED FROM HEIGHTS OFFERED BY BALLOON TRANSPORT OF THE FUTURE ARE EXCITING. IMAGINE SEEING THE DRIFT OF EastLA LIKE YOU HEAR...

Rat Girl Rat Boy

In Marcia’s favourite book, Cinderella’s stepsisters had thin carroty hair. So did Hansel and Gretel’s mother, and the wicked fairy who wasn’t invited to...

The Green Honda

Archie spotted the scanner at a swap meet one Sunday morning. The hawker evidently concluded that he wasn’t an undercover pig, because he leaned...

Something More

Avery was a rapist, but that’s not the first thing you’d notice about him. You might observe his pale skin or his glasses, the...

The Last Dance

Oumar towers over me, takes my sweaty white palm in his gentle hand, and leads me onstage. We’re in a packed theatre somewhere...

Prenatal

Hey! it blurts. Hey! Charlie looks around. A voice in her head. She’s alone in the bedroom. Hey! In here! She feels it, a rumbling deep in...

The King Is Dead

“I’m taking my talents to South Beach,” the King said. Not to me, but to the Mayor. At least, that’s what Carl Gibson told...