November 1, 2018 | Fiction
Merchandiser
Derick Dupre
Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.
Posts by Derick Dupre
July 5, 2017 | Fiction
Pierrot On The Futon
Derick Dupre
I was a mess at every sunrise. The door winked at me, the comb was losing teeth.
March 10, 2017 | Fiction
Below the Chandelier
Derick Dupre
He can’t respond to the man addressing him as Mr. Sport because he can’t talk, his tongue has been mangled, somewhat ineptly, and he sees the hilarity in this, being tortured by inept torturers, as another larger silent gentleman’s behind him, but if it weren’t him in the chair, if it were someone else and he was watching, he might be amused by these two dilettantes practicing the art of torture.
January 18, 2016 | Fiction
Vigil at Fort Jesus
Derick Dupre
Nighttime near Fort Jesus. We point our phones heavenward and hear about the latest rave death.
February 25, 2015 | Fiction
Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity
Derick Dupre
The Germans call it the downfall. The French call it sleep. The Polish just give you vague directions.
