It was my idea to crack open the last bottle of tequila, the one with no label on it, just the word tequila scrawled across it in red Sharpie. A survivor from s...
“Excuse me, sir.” The man in pink hoodie approached me when I stepped out of the subway. His eyes got greener and creepier up close, and he looked shorter than ...
As a kid, I looked after an ant colony that smelled like crocodiles. They started each day by filing in from one end of the circuit and called it a night after ...
Sarp Sozdinler has been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Shenandoah, Wigleaf, HAD, Maudlin House, X-R-A-Y, and Pithead Chapel, among other journals. He edits the literary journal The Bulb Region.