Archive | Issue-92

Don’t Try This At Home by Paul Lyalls

Start the beamer,

thrash the beamer,

smash it into the housing estate.

Wave to the helicopter,

I ain’t sick and I don’t need a head doctor,

it ain’t stealing when I take your car,

it’s just another form of drug …

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Odds Are by Kevin Brown

The moving truck is angled backwards in the driveway, and the “For Sale” sign sways a few feet from the blood red X someone spray-painted in our yard.  Our house is hollowed out, its insides packed thick and sloppy in …

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The Explosion of Josiah Bounderby by Valerie O’Riordan

Josiah Bounderby exploded on a Sunday morning.

His wife, Rachel, crouched in the cloakroom under the stairs, buffered by the winter coats and wellingtons, and stared into the darkness as she pressed the button.  The cracks around the doorway flashed …

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The pleasures of the damned by Charles Bukowski

the pleasures of the damned

are limited to brief moments

of happiness:

like the eyes in the look of a dog,

like a square of wax,

like a fire taking the city hall,

the county,

the continent,

like fire taking …

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