The Difficulty in Getting to School
I went to back out but it wouldn’t move. I checked the gear; it was in reverse so I tried…
Category: Original Lit
Primitive
Before Anthony Rienzi was married with two daughters and working for a marketing startup in North Carolina, he used to…
Beaujolais Day
The guidebook promised “a revered afternoon,” the city would stop, people would spill out of the cafés and brasseries, and,…
The Future is For Ghosts
The future is for ghosts. Breeding placidly behind screens. Electronic doubles, dead echoes, Hollow shells of familiarity. My mind is…
Cheyenne Greene and the Pastor Blaster
The words “fifteen years,” from the judge’s mouth, hit him with a monstrous force. “I haven’t killed no one!” And…
Checkmate
“Mr. Andrew Gavin. Take a seat. It’s time to talk. It’s time we talk about you.” “What the hell is…
Rhythm of Life
Silence in me as my eyes open to a world, to a life that I struggle to make better, so…
NeedlePoint
The glass door whooshed open, and sunlight slipped in. A smell of chemicals mixed in the air with blood, sweat,…
Film and Ownership
How long does an art experience or observation last? One painting, maybe can last a few minutes as you stand…
Count Bitchula
The band was practicing here for the first time, three of us in my living room, when grunge was all…