Murder In Poetry

By Jennifer Jennings Daves They found her thereFloating among the reedsA curious smile spread across her faceAs though she had justLooked into the eyes of her loverDeath had not stolen the light of her eyesShe still retained a mischievous lookA glowing glintingOf knowing somethingNo one else didYou could almost hear the bubbly laughAs though theContinue reading “Murder In Poetry”

Sweet Little Straight Razor

By Michael Fontana It was after midnight and rain beat my head like tympani.  I checked my look in a shop window: mid-thirties, five-ten, black haired, green eyed and gaunt, nose flattened to my face from a case where it was broken by a punch from a semi-professional football player, a woman who seemed atContinue reading “Sweet Little Straight Razor”

I Knew Her As Tigist

By Andy Betz Report Date: January 01, 2008 The last couple entered from the dining room to the grand ballroom of the Excelsior Hotel just as the employees denied further entrance due to fire code occupancy restrictions.  Even as the main doors closed and the many television screens began broadcasting, she was still nowhere toContinue reading “I Knew Her As Tigist”

Eating Long Swine

By Chris Bunton The video turns on and we see a man standing in a kitchen. He has long black hair tied in a pony tail, and a scraggly beard. The kitchen looks as unclean as he does. “Hey everybody!” The man says to the camera, as he leans forward and places his hands onContinue reading “Eating Long Swine”

Last Meal

By Matthew Senn I sit down to the smell of steak and skunk beer. There’s a greying woman behind the saloon bar flipping meals and meat with a rusty fork. She turns and smiles holding out a finger for me to wait. “Take your time. There’s no hurry.” “Cold out there?” “Yes, ma’am.” I adjustContinue reading “Last Meal”

Blackout

By Sam Cooke It all started with the cast list for the spring musical. “Ms. Combs has posted it,” Dominic said as he climbed into the passenger seat of my Volkswagen Beetle. I pulled my sunglasses down and stared at him over the rims. “How do you know?” “She told me.” I reversed out ofContinue reading “Blackout”

Murder and Mayhem

Murder and Mayhem on the Main Street of America: Tales from Bloody 66 By Jim Hinckley. “Families on vacation. Serial Killers. Truck drivers. Vagabonds. Celebrities. Gangsters. The weary and the wicked of all types and stripes traveled the Mother Road. And not all of them made it. Some ended up in jail, others ended upContinue reading “Murder and Mayhem”

Teddy Bear

By Stuart Stromin Even when I was a cop, I was a criminal.  It’s not what you think, I wasn’t on the take.  I wasn’t corrupt in that systemic way, when there’s a brown envelope on the desk every Friday, in exchange for someone to look the other way.  That sort of thing probably wentContinue reading “Teddy Bear”

You got Faith. I got Works.

By Matthew Senn Marshal’d come back on a wagon that wasn’t his, pulled by a horse that sure as hell wasn’t his either.  Coming to a crawl outside Farrell’s’, a group of us gathered to greet ‘im. He didn’t smile. His face & the cross onnis neck covered with dust. A fresh bullet graze satContinue reading “You got Faith. I got Works.”

Swimming Under Barges

By Jason P. Reed You couldn’t practice swimming under a barge and coming out the other side alive. It was something you had to just do. Or not. Most guys didn’t. Wouldn’t even think of it. But sixteen year old Neville Breaux wasn’t most guys. There was something about his chemical makeup that made himContinue reading “Swimming Under Barges”