Vol. 6.1

Next of Kin: A One-Act Play by L. S. Bassen

Next of Kin: A One-Act Play by L. S. Bassen

Drama, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 CAST OF CHARACTERS Jill McMurry… 27 years old, very Irish-American pretty, a librarian at Berkeley, middle sister to an older sister and younger brother, originally from middle class, Atlantic shore Long Island, NY. Scott James (Jamie)… 25 years old, a […]

The Fitting: A One-Act Play by Christopher Siciliano

The Fitting: A One-Act Play by Christopher Siciliano

Drama, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 CAST OF CHARACTERS: THOMAS: A man in his mid-thirties. Well-groomed, good-looking, a real quarterback type. His clothes are stylish and somewhat conservative—an argyle sweater and collared shirt (think Banana Republic, J. Crew, etc). There is product in his hair. JODIE: […]

Manufactured Goods by L. S. Bassen

Manufactured Goods by L. S. Bassen

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 The ancient Greeks had two words for time, chronos and kairos (καιρός). Chronos refers to sequential, measurable time, and kairos to moments of hope & possibility. Kairos also means weather in both ancient and modern Greek, and the plural, καιροι […]

Angling for Repose by Lila Cecil

Angling for Repose by Lila Cecil

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 “Hello,” I say to the mirror in my living room. “I’m just so happy to be here with you. All the fights, all the struggles, I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s just such a pleasure to be talking with you.” […]

Evangelical Wonderland by Nancy Hightower

Evangelical Wonderland by Nancy Hightower

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 Charlotte, North Carolina September 1977: I am being baptized in the PTL swimming pool while Mom is fucking a cop in the Shoney’s bathroom. The giant Big Boy in front of the restaurant smiles, holds his hamburger up high into […]

Like in a Western by Sean Jackson

Like in a Western by Sean Jackson

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 They call this yellow dirt in the yard mustard, which in long summers gets bored into by thirsty wasps and hornets. Mink goes out in junior cowboy boots, knowing it is trouble to do this, but on Sunday mornings his […]

Lint by Hall Jameson

Lint by Hall Jameson

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 George’s spice bottles stood in a perfect row on the back of his stove. He frowned and bumped the stove with his hip. The bottle of oregano teetered and tipped, the basil slid back against the wall, and the cinnamon […]

The Trespasser by Hall Jameson

The Trespasser by Hall Jameson

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 My birdbath was a marble bowl that sat on my deck. No pedestal. The birds did not require it. This morning, a black bear drank from it. He was surprisingly prim, like an old lady sipping her tea. We were […]

To Whom It May Concern by David Laskowski

To Whom It May Concern by David Laskowski

Fiction, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 According to the mood idolater Mantis Roark, my depression is the result of a chemical imbalance in the marsupial thorax of my regulatory ungulate, the udder proximate, so to speak, inherent in most males between the ages of 30-40. The […]

The Causes of Cyclone Formation Aren’t Well Understood by Kathleen Balma

The Causes of Cyclone Formation Aren’t Well Understood by Kathleen Balma

Poetry, Vol. 6.1, March 2012 1 Yes, it’s true: stunted hicks are our only fruit. They grow in rows like crops and come in various shades of redneck. (Scarlet O’Scarecrow is my favorite.) 2 The breeze here gets so sick of us all, it spins […]