'Untitled' by Jason Amos Oaks
ISSUE 171
2008-07-27
Half-Birthday
Sam Pink
Out front, I set the broom down and sat on the curb. Somebody drove by and yelled, "Cocksucker," and I watched the car get smaller.

3 Poems
Drew Kalbach
Your hair grew six inches in the wrong direction.

Excerpts From a (Now Unemployed) Fortune Cookie Maker’s Bad Year
Thomas Cooper
Christmas: leftover moogoogaipan and pornography. Wow, you actually left the house looking like that?

Wake Up
John McKernan
That's not an alarm clock / It is a corpse with your face

Babysitting
Jais Brohinsky
They cheered as Dave pinned the rat to a plate with a serrated steak knife.
When darkness falls down on Georgia
A.J. Kaufmann
nicotine/water / aficionado / throwin' knives at the dim bar's corner

Office Politics
Marcos Soriano
Behind the poster my mold cultures thrived, a blue and gray smear congealed against the glossy paint. I scraped some of it down with the razor, mixed it with clotted eraser remnants in a Styrofoam cup, and then I spooned in two dollops of Red Bull froth. To facilitate percolation, I left the concoction in front of my computer vent for fifteen minutes, and then gulped it down.

Stretch marks
Katelyn Sack
Women can't see their sex, / They say, as men can't see their hearts.

The Filmy Man
Tirumal Mundargi
But the camera’s focused, time and again, on the horses in such a way that viewers know that they’re all male.

Before He Goes Away
Robert Kloss
However, in his heart he believed the boy his or else he would not have chided his wife daily for those eight or nine years about bringing another man’s son into the world.
TJ PRESS