By Robert Armstrong Cold water running onMy face,Trying to wash theNightmaresAway,Sleep fromMyEyes, Cold water running onMy face,Cleansing my soul,Whispers in theDarkness ofEternal night,Driving me to thePrecipice,OfInsaneThought, Cold water running onMy face,Scraping the grime ofThese streets,The impurities fromMy heart,Hands of sin,Pulling me,Tearing atMySkin, Cold water running onMy face,Is it enough,To purifyMe,From allThatPlagues mySight,MyFragileMind?
By Dana Christensen Tanya had to stop painting to answer the phone. It was Gina from La Paloma Resort, calling to tell her that a spa visitor had requested her for a tarot card reading later that day. The break in concentration would have been unforgivable but for the prospect of making forty dollars thatContinue reading “Truth or Consequences”
By Joseph Markell Aera gently shut the door of the hotel, careful not to make any sound. She secured the lock-bar and crept across the room. It was hard to temper her excitement, but she needed to. Even though it was late, Persephone would still be awake in the room down the hall and wouldContinue reading “Spawns of Entanglement”
By Shieva Salehnia I scrawl these words,a few lines,in the hopethey will skiplike smooth and flat stones,carefully chosen fromdown the steep, rocky banksof the River Acheron,selected with carefor their even weight andflat shapefrom just under the water’s cold,clouded blue-brown surface.I sendthese words acrossthe endless space of time,to reach you. My brother spirit,I hopethe gold daricsforContinue reading “Grateful Dead”
By Joseph Markell Jadonna Wanna scanned the space station’s banners during her early morning walk from the Event Horizon bar back to her apartment. It used to be an invigorating walk, admiring the flashing advertisements and classifieds that span the interior wall of the corridor between the promenade to the Eastern wing. But after workingContinue reading “Make Me Laugh – 100,000 Credits”
By Angela van Son Pair of healthy lungsseeks talllong leggedbrown eyedbig nosedcurly hairedaverage boobedbig heartedhumorouswisewoman about 38 years of age to make her happy
By Shieva Salehnia Instead of being a dentist, I should be writing the funnies. Sitting next to the guys who cut up the classifieds. I would try out my lines on them, and we would play pun gamesWe’d lend each other cigarettes Get burgers together at lunch Beers after hours sometimes I could draw little figuresContinue reading “The Funnies”
by Debbie Peters Five years ago I answered this personal ad:Mint ConditionMale, 1932 model, high mileage but low maintenance.Repaired parts, but new valves and fine exterior.Not in running condition but idles well. My reply:Fixer-UpperFemale, built circa WWII, excellent value.Strong foundation, normal wear and tear excepted.Minor cosmetic defects. Needs TLC Last week the Court decreed:Divorce granted—false advertising.
by Dana May I came across the ad while cruising the W4W Craigslist page in the basement of my law school library. I clicked on “Looking to Start a Lesbian Escort Service,” not bothering to check over my shoulder for any potential witnesses. My queerness, at that point in my life, seeped out of meContinue reading “Bucolic Plague”
By A.S. Callaghan When my father died, my mother was left with the task of selling his Vespa-style scooter. She had wanted to get rid of it for years, out of fear my ailing father was going to hurt himself or, worse yet, someone else while riding it. But my dad clung to the scooterContinue reading “The Scooter”