• 6/8 by Trey R. Barker

    Jazz bop rebop and she won’t leave my head. But I got Miles, too, bopping cool but hot as a gun barrel. Touch it and the hot burns and why’s it always night time dark time when I’m digging Miles?  Or Brown or Rollins. Night and rain and she’s two years gone. Thunder like jazz […]

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  • The Fire Behind by Brad Green

    After two years in state prison, Tyson Lemmon had learned to keep his mouth shut. But this damn sheriff was about to make him lose his shit. Tyson watched Overton’s rheumy eyes in the rearview. It was Overton that sent him up and the day of his release, Tyson was surprised to find Overton there […]

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  • Fucking Cold by Todd Robinson

    A wave of frigid air blasted into Moe as he stepped out of the diner.  He quickly closed his leather jacket against the Maine winds.  Fuck, New England was cold. He slumped onto the unfinished bench, next to the yutz in the ridiculously poofy fleece jacket.  Moe pulled out his Camels, patted his coat pockets […]

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  • Warning Signs by David James Keaton

    Jack searches the rearview mirror as a line of streetlights pulse through the back windows of the ambulance. He’s alarmed to see his new partner,Rick, holding defibrillator paddles up to his head. “What are you doing?” “Just locking shit down so it doesn’t slide.” “Well, I’d keep those away from your dome,” Jacks says. “Unless […]

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  • Mapping the Territory by Jane Hammons

    Thighs. That’s where she’d made her first mark. Just a girl then. Ten, eleven, twelve. The years before the blood came monthly. Unable to wait, she carved her own language of love into the tree that was her body. Those were the ones they always found first. And just like every man before him, and […]

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  • Small Separations by AJ Hayes

    I didn’t give the guy much for it. Couple of bucks trade-in on a cheap Bowie copy. It looked like the kind of box they keep machinist’s straight edges in. Grain worn walnut with leather hinges. Inside, red padded silk surrounded a six-inch wedge of heavy, polished steel, narrow and razored along the bottom. It […]

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  • After She Has Gone by Richard Thomas

    Walking out into the woods there was no moon overhead to guide him. Bumping into the trees, he wound his way deep into the forest, tripping over roots that herniated through the dirt. The darkness wrapped around him and he went on walking, the gun dangling from the end of his right hand, and his […]

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  • The Hurting Part by Julie Summerell

    Annalee needed a way out, and the only idea that seemed to work was Neal and his chipper. She called him on a morning in April, when he wouldn’t be mulching. Gave him some bullshit about Trevor. Trevor. His ma had given him some ritzy soap opera name because she had Plans for him, and […]

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  • Tweet Tweet, Little Twat by Mike Oliveri

    PTown187: Pimpin’ it up in Club Chub, yo! Ron deleted the text and dropped the phone in his jacket pocket. He hit the gas and jerked the old van into the right lane, then took the entrance onto eastbound I-74 and barreled down the ramp. It had been years since he drove the highway this […]

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  • Dance, Motherfucker by Christopher Grant

    He comes here every fuckin’ Tuesday, orders the same damn drink and tries to get with the same kind of woman, every fuckin’ Tuesday. His game is weaker than the shit that they be slingin’ on the corner these days and he knows it but he keeps comin’ back every fuckin’ Tuesday and he keeps […]

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  • Words Fall Like Nothing by John Weagly

    “Kiss me before you go,” Janis said. I grabbed her and forced my lips onto hers. “Christ!  You need to relax, baby,” she said.  “Loosen up.  Kissing you is like kissing a brick wall.” I got out of the car.  She leaned across the seat as I closed the door.  “Get out of there as […]

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  • Second Chance Cleaners by Garnett Elliott

    “Meet the new boss.” Lorca had just finished loading detergent onto the van.  He climbed down and saw a middle-aged guy, vaguely familiar, with his arms folded across his chest.  He had a flat-top of sandy blonde hair. “Where’s Ross?” Lorca asked. “Pastor Phelps caught him watching porn on the company laptop.  Third strike, I […]

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