Handsome little Rabbit was a writer, but this night in particular Rabbit had nothing to write about. Was he a writer anyway? He didn’t know, but he became afraid of not-being, so he put on his jacket and set out to find a good story. He found one inside a hollow tree, a perfect one […]
Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Six by James C. Stewart
The statement echoed—as did the realization this would be the natural assumption, even if the news wasn’t reporting a seizure of cash. Hell, for all I knew, those in the shadows might even think a cop (or cops) had stolen the cash, hence no mention of it in the news. The dread eased back a […]
Poetry: The Book of Never My Always, Overdue by Bobby Parrott
The Book of Never My Always, Overdue My Bible spits out Republicans brandishing Bazookas and hand-grenades. I think they’re from the Book of Revelations, because of that whole Armageddon thing. But when a new bar of soap feels more like an old friend to my nose, the hand-worn pages of all my ancestors splay out […]
Fiction: Cheri Coke: Section Five by James C. Stewart
Main Street was a study in grey, and it appeared the entire town was in hiding. I drove its length, eventually taking a right to find a shabby diner called Yesterday’s Café. In the dusty light, its ramshackle nature put me in mind of some hobo’s idea of a restaurant. But in the sunlight of […]