Flash Frog
Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
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They’re So Beautiful When They’re Sleeping by L Mari Harris
She halfheartedly pushes his hand away as his fingers ease under the hem of her shorts. She looks over her shoulder into the backseat. “Concentrate on your driving, mister.” He trails his fingers up and down her leg, sees her stifling a laugh. He… Continue Reading “They’re So Beautiful When They’re Sleeping by L Mari Harris”
American Soil by Andrea Boll
After my boyfriend betrayed me, the only thing that made me feel better was to dig in the dirt, which is how I ended up working for Khalil on an urban farm in the lower 9th ward. On my first day, he explained that… Continue Reading “American Soil by Andrea Boll”
Oona by Eileen Tomarchio
To us, it wasn’t criminal. To us, it was gathering offerings, claiming a rightful abundance after a depleting school day. We plunderers of Rudy’s Card-and-Smoke, raiding the candy stands tiered like amphitheaters, slipping Razzles and Pop Rocks and Lik-M-Aids into our Modern Health textbooks… Continue Reading “Oona by Eileen Tomarchio”
Home by Matt Barrett
Our mother drives us to the home where she was raised. It has fallen, mostly: the roof is torn so its beams are all the vultures see as they glide in figure eights, which my sister says means infinity. The porch sinks into a… Continue Reading “Home by Matt Barrett”
3,000 Dead Satellites by Jo Gatford
The astronaut tells me: the most beautiful thing you can see in space is the shimmering snowflake particle cloud from an emptied septic system. Leave it to a human to glorify their own piss when they have the whole universe outside their window. The… Continue Reading “3,000 Dead Satellites by Jo Gatford”
What was Meant by Gilbert Ackerman
“Go and find your father,” she’d say, but what she meant was, “Go fetch.” We never had to guess where he was so there was never anything to find—we only needed to retrieve. Like a dog whistle, the Rust House on the corner of… Continue Reading “What was Meant by Gilbert Ackerman”
Something by Dan Crawley
My brother brought his girlfriend home from college. She wore pants like him, and I’d never seen jeans like theirs before. She called them straight legs and 501s. I supposed only those from Colorado, from the mountains and snow, wore 501s. She said to… Continue Reading “Something by Dan Crawley”
We Used To by Lisa Muschinski
We used to call it a fashion show but really it was an excuse to see each other without clothes on. Maybe for comparison’s sake or maybe because we were curious. Maybe for some other reasons. We were 6th grade girls dancing half-naked in… Continue Reading “We Used To by Lisa Muschinski”
The Velvet Room by Wiebo Grobler
The Velvet Room was a dark, dingy arcade underneath the city viaducts, where teenagers spent weekends, permeating with musk and lust. The Velvet Room was a landmark. It had been around for as long as most people could remember. No one knew who owned… Continue Reading “The Velvet Room by Wiebo Grobler”
When the Ghostcatchers First Came by Iona Rule
No one noticed. They began with the old haunts: graveyards, derelict hospitals and battlefields. Places where there were easy pickings: ghosts who had been dead so long they had been forgotten, who spoke in ancient tongues and whose names had been lost. We didn’t… Continue Reading “When the Ghostcatchers First Came by Iona Rule”