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2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
flash fiction, experimental
Their legs are trees. He jaguars into the room. He stalks in pajamouflage. A tree root guts him with an upkick, flips him, stunned. He looks up like he's down in the lesson tub looking up at Father. A man's smile wavers in a whiskey glass.
2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
flash fiction, experimental
She's so angry with me, the scissors buttermelt from the friction when I cut her hair. She fruitchecks my cheek and hostage negotiates the soggy clippers out of my hand.
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
short story
Five years ago, my dad died.
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
short story, editors' select
Ellie, barefooted, has just stepped on a wasp. She doesn't feel it at first—not for the quick pangs of summer heat radiating off the gravel drive—but soon an ache travels up her leg and she lets out a shriek…
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
flash fiction
Twenty minutes until my brother's wedding and I'm drunk and my mouth is hot and thick with vomit.
2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
flash fiction
The enamel market isn't what it used to be. And with the cost of raw materials up through the roof, I don't know how much longer I can stay in this business. Profit margins can only shrink so much, you know.
2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2
flash fiction, editors' select
He posed and I photographed him in our hallway on Mercer Street, so pleased by the fact that we had one. The microwave was shiny and white and built in under the counter, suspended, with bright blue numbers that kept time.
2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2
flash fiction
The apartment is 450 square feet but isn't square at all. We learned to cut corners…
2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1
flash fiction
I am awake this morning and in the next room I think my sister Kelly is still asleep. I think that she is sleeping but who knows because she is not sending signals to me anymore. This is the story.
2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1
short story, editors' select
The party ended when someone threw the baby in through the window.
2 December 2001
Vol. 1
flash fiction, horror
After a tour of Jim's house, from which all traces of his partner Colin were carefully removed, his father asked to see the wine cellar with its ancient vintages. It was rumored to be haunted.
2 December 2001
Vol. 1
flash fiction
Sometimes I'll be at a party so drunk I feel normal and some girl always some tall girl will hold up her glass and say something vague like we all drink to find worlds we can rule and I'm like please come on please come on give me a break please and then she'll say…
2 December 2001
Vol. 1
flash fiction
Helpful hint: Its blood is Nin, ten, and dough.
Helpful hint: The highways run even from east to west. It is the tire, bumper, and chrome of all time. Ask about discounts at chain hotels…