Flash Fiction

Fiction

Primal Beef

May 1945:   “Jesus!” Chuck bellowed somewhere beyond the ladies’ room door. Moira opened the door a slit, reeling back, a hand ov...

GIRL MODEL

We decided to make a pit stop to do a little ketamine before calling the Uber to the club. “Every time you take K, a horse has to go thro...

Poetry

2026

We wanted to be Keanu and to know kung fu. We chose keystrokes over sequoias too large to put your arms around. We have forgotten the st...

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