Fifty Gorillas Paul Kavanagh There were fifty Gorillas in the jungle and we had to catch them. The Gorillas killed little boys and little girls and women and men and old men and old women. When the Gorillas needed food the Gorillas killed horses and goats and dogs. The Gorillas were always hungry and always…
Dr. Gorgonzola of the Ripening Caves Tantra Bensko 1 Dr. Gorgonzola, pale in the sun, cringes from its rays. Her globular hands curd themselves so tightly against the sky, clenched upon her anger, they drip residual whey. Dr. Gorgonzola experiences non-linearly, as a semi-individuated part of her species. Momentarily she is nearly overcome by the…
Female Martyrs and Their Favorite Songs Steven D. Hamilton Wendelmuta—1527 A.D. When I think of Wendy, I try not to think of her ‘firme & stedfast’ (as one onlooker wrote) when faced with the fire, although I do not mind the thought of her in some ecstasy at her approaching closeness to the divinity…
Worms Out of Season KT Heins Before I can tell you anything else, I have to tell you that my mama left and that the sadness is getting worse and that the quiet that comes with it, it stays the same. You don’t get quieter the sadder you get. You just stay quiet after it…
The Twenty-Seven Grant Riedel Five hundred and forty fingers and toes, fifty-four irises and ears, thirty-six breasts, nine flaccid penises. I walked past them, steam rising from my black coffee. I had four minutes and thirty-five seconds to make the train. The sound left me eighteen seconds too late. Twenty-seven gun shots. Twenty-seven bullets passing…
