Drown – Lisa Metrikin
Tuesday, May 13, 2014 11:20 — 0 Comments
It’s the summer of 1941 and there’s a war across the world. Dov lies in bed in the room where his whole family sleeps, his cot and his parents’ bed and his brother Daniel’s crib crammed into the small room. The heat keeps waking him, even though he’s covered by nothing except his sweat-dampened shorts. Central Ontario has been humid for days, the sky vacillating between cloudless blue and an ominous shade of grey, as if it can’t settle on a mood. Even the nights are sticky, oppressively hot. No one can sleep.
The Marauders (part 3 of 3) – David Armand
Tuesday, May 6, 2014 10:22 — 1 Comment
(This is the third installment of this short story, for part 1 click here, for part 2 here)Â
The Marauders (part 2 of 3) – David Armand
Monday, May 5, 2014 12:55 — 1 Comment
(This is the second installment of this story, for part 1 click here, for part 3 here)
Mongoose – Brett Hamil
Tuesday, April 29, 2014 11:52 — 1 Comment
Burdell found a mongoose in the trap and now he had to kill it. He hated this part of the job. The first few times, he did it with a pellet gun point-blank to the brainpan, but that felt too personal, too gangsterish. Lately, he’d been experimenting with carbon monoxide, stuffing the condemned into a Hefty bag and pumping in exhaust with a hose from the Jeep’s tailpipe. This took longer but seemed more humane.  Â
The Marauders (part 1 of 3) – David Armand
Monday, April 28, 2014 12:30 — 3 Comments
But the reckless one – I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he’ll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits. -Aeschylus, “The Eumenidesâ€
WHAT BRUTAL HAD SOWN – Eryk Pruitt
Monday, March 3, 2014 11:15 — 0 Comments
The first time she done it was to bury her daddy. There may have been other ways to go about it, but Rhonda McCloster didn’t have the means or, more importantly, the wherewithal. Old Joe Byrum wouldn’t put her daddy in a box or in the ground unless she paid up first, as nobody in her family line had ever done a lick towards stringing two pennies together. Byrum didn’t fancy Rhonda to be the first.
TONIC MONEY – Sean Hammer
Thursday, February 20, 2014 12:29 — 0 Comments
He sat on the toilet, ostensibly taking a shit but really drinking a gin and tonic, thinking to himself that he could write like Henry Chinaski, if he really wanted to. So after wiping he did just that, he brought his gin and tonic to his desk and sipped while he typed, sometimes one-handed. He took a thirty-minute break to look at pornography and refill his drink and masturbate to no effect; probably because of the gin. Then he typed for another two hours before his eyes started to hurt from the brightness of the screen and he sucked on […]
The Frenchman and the Stranger – Saladin Ambar
Wednesday, January 29, 2014 12:29 — 0 Comments
I’ve never been with a man, what that I didn’t come to know him. You don’t lose a man over years. Not the way a man loses a woman. The good and the not so good. You remember a man. And so I know what I knew, and who he and the other was. But it ain’t hardly worth telling now. Not now that they way on up and respected like. But my memory is good and hard, and to me in my youth, back there in that day, why, I broke those men. The way a woman breaks a […]
GOODBYE PORK PIE HAT – Kris Faatz
Monday, January 27, 2014 11:29 — 2 Comments
When the man died, he took it with him. He took the throaty coffee-and-cream sound of his tenor horn and the blackstrap molasses flow of his clarinet. Those were from the great years. He took the breathy rasp of that same horn and the fragile squeak of that same clarinet. Those were from the last years. He took the breath he couldn’t catch anymore and the legs that wouldn’t hold him up and the last sour whiff of the liquor he drank. And he took the muscles in his hands and the slow steady beat of his heart, and he […]
City Of Lost Dreams
Friday, January 3, 2014 12:51 — 0 Comments
New York Times bestselling author Magnus Flyte (aka Christina Lynch and Meg Howrey), who wrote City of Lost Dreams, will be reading at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park on Thursday, January 16th at 7pm. So, we thought we should take a moment and ask the author(s) a few questions about their latest novel!
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
