Flash Frog

You spot the flyer while jogging in place at the red light on the corner of 7th and Mabel, a thick square of posterboard drilled into the power pole by a hundred tiny staples. It’s a lost cat this time, as generic as they…

The stripper is thigh high boots and fishnet stockings, tits and washboard abs. She likes how her job is a performance, how she’s not just a woman in a G-string; she’s an artist. She loves what her body is capable of: the high kicks,…

A man stands shrouded in twilight on the boardwalk that runs along the edge of the beach. He flicks cigar ashes toward crumbling slabs of overturned concrete, broken and covered in graffiti. The battered remains of stone walkways and fountains rest in gravelly sand,…