by Jeff Fleischer Every few nights, around half past three, the buzzer for our condo sounds. Always just once, and I never answer. I never know who it is. Our bedroom doesn’t face the street, and we’re too high up to see the entranceway through the trees. Charlie just sleeps through it, but it still … Continue reading The Buzzer
by Jordan She bumped into a man in a tan coat, but he didn’t move. She tried to duck between a pair of jean-clan knees, but there was not enough room to wedge her shoulders through. She turned around in the sea of people, searching for an opening, and rolled over groggily, the dream tempting … Continue reading Rush
I find myself missing the dark green pillow from my grandparents house. The circular one with the scalloped edges, that I would place at a perfect angle on the floor to sit on when I watched cartoons. It had to be just far enough so they wouldn’t scold me for hurting my eyes “you can’t … Continue reading Just Close Enough
He wore a green turtleneck as though he were the first one to think of it. The lights adorning the back of the makeshift stage glowed as he gyrated and smacked the mic into the floor, casually (making my friend worry about the sound guy's reaction), as though that one time he watched the Breakfast … Continue reading Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
by Jean Henegan I’m not the type to believe in happily ever after or even the concept of true love. Possibly because I’ve never been in love myself, but that’s a topic for therapy rather than this collab. But, for one moment several years ago, I dropped my cynicism toward the concept of love and … Continue reading Only Seconds
by Sara Safyan So, I recently read an article about death. I’m not really all that scientific-y and can’t remember the phrasing of what fires in the brain when and why and whatnot, but, essentially, everyone who has had those near death experiences universally describes the same thing: an overwhelming feeling of peace and calm. … Continue reading All the Moments
by Gibson Culbreth “Do you put makeup on as soon as you wake up?” Elliott liked to press his pinky into the acne scar under my right cheekbone. He said it was his favorite. “Usually.” I usually scrubbed off my makeup from the day before and reapplied before I slid back into bed with Elliott … Continue reading Excerpt of “Post Punk”