Anger, Lust and Greed

By Scotch Rutherford June 8, 1980 Max was up before the sun. It was a habit he couldn’t shake. Three tours will do that to you. The hooker from the night before was asleep in her clothes next to him. He had that clammy feel on his skin, like he was covered in hair gel.Continue reading “Anger, Lust and Greed”

The Wheels Go Round and Round

By Melissa R. Mendelson “Come on, Ben.  Wake up.”  He kicked the young boy’s shoulder.  “Get up.” “Oh, come on, Henry.  It’s early.”  He rolled across the floor and pushed the thin shirt under his head closer to him.  “Let me just sleep.” “You’ve slept enough.  Come on, Ben.  Let’s go.  We got work toContinue reading “The Wheels Go Round and Round”

Follow The Stream Back Up

By Charles Jacobson On a bitter January morning, when Richie and I should have been trudging through the snow to our IT classes at the University of Minnesota, our backs were jammed against a freezing curb, wrangling a junkyard transmission into a ‘53 Packard straight-eight.  The massive car was jacked up on blocks. The UltramaticContinue reading “Follow The Stream Back Up”

Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.

By Jason P. Reed Stepping into the batter’s box at Bengal park had a way of transporting Colton Lacomb to Little League in Lake Charles, Louisiana, where he first made a name for himself. Never mind that he was a 21 year old freshman. And never mind that the pitchers he faced clocked in theContinue reading “Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.”

The Education of a Young Gentleman

By Charlie Jacobson And I eat men like air.—from Plath, Sylvia. “Lady Lazarus.” 1962. *** “Charles!” “Uh?” “Richie has a flat.” I rolled out of bed and stumbled after my mother into the kitchen. She thrust a receiver into my hand and lit a Chesterfield. I grunted. “Richie?” “Git your ass over here.” The lineContinue reading “The Education of a Young Gentleman”

Christmas Crime

By John Haymaker Christmas morning held no real surprise for twelve-year-old Xavier. He knew what his elder brother Drake wanted and knew how he’d get it. He wanted a Christmas tree – a real one, not the ball of tumbleweed their step-father Fred suspended from the ceiling like a chandelier each year. Painted white andContinue reading “Christmas Crime”