Posts by Nathan Dragon
Ant Lifeboat
Annie Woods
The day my brother died, my mom ran naked in the street.
THE JUNGLE BURIED IN REFLECTED LIGHT IS CALLING TO YOU
Jason Reed-Mundell
The film was a Disney re-release, full of rollicking creatures with wide-flung arms emitting human sounds through smiles that hummed and flickered like radio speakers. Blake was too drunk to follow what was going on, but he ate his popcorn and drifted in and out of sleep, and the things were laughing and singing to him.
Three Ways To Escape The Trunk of a Car
Cara Dempsey
1. Pull the Release
Before opening the trunk, consider the world outside of it. Think of the miles of hot asphalt rolling underneath you. Think of the many men in the many other cars who might
Five Stories
Bram Riddlebarger
The gas station sat on the corner like a tasteless cheeseburger.
Man on Phone at Gas Station
Sarah Edwards
O Build-A-Bonfire, O
Blue Subaru
Glitter Spill and Devil Bird
Britton Andrews
It was supposed to be
a joyous thing
Illuminated
Michelle Chikaonda
It happened at a small party I’d planned at a nightclub in the meatpacking district.
In The Aftermath
William A. Greenfield
Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things
he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him
A Good And Simple Life
Oliver Zarandi
The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.
The Ass is a Hole Where The Light Gets In
Jon Lindsey
This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house.
Merchandiser
Derick Dupre
Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.
Touching Strangers
Tamara Adelman
The door is open, I said, just come in.
We Get Pregnant
Diana Clarke
We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.
Automatic For The People
Andrew M. Howard
I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.
Construction of a Last Ditch Garden
Devan Collins Del Conte
One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.