Red Eye by Lee Hamblin Sunday evening. First time in New York; first time in Brooklyn. Johnny P has a bit of blow and some weed he needs to dispose of on account he doesn’t indulge during the week. Would…
Gutshot
Gutshot by Peter Jordan Just out of range is the white bull buffalo. He has seen this animal before, in dreams. Cradling his rifle he crawls on his belly through the sweet grass. With this same rifle he learned to…
Tilda Always Did Love Her Flowers
Tilda Always Did Love Her Flowers by Christina Dalcher Tilda emerged an awkward little thing, a toad of an infant with the poise of a plough horse. She had a flattened nose, two fish-bowl eyes, and nine fingers, which made…