Wild One
Fiction Brett Dworski Fiction Brett Dworski

Wild One

They entered the open-brick condo eager to rip each other’s clothes off. Maria rubbed the front of Eric’s kakis, while he slid his fingers up her red bubble skirt. He tore her white blouse and sucked from her shoulders down to her fingertips. Maria unbelted Eric’s pants and chucked the leather across the room.

Read More
Las Vegas Tour Company
Contributor, Poetry Contributing Writer Contributor, Poetry Contributing Writer

Las Vegas Tour Company

on the corner
of Casino Center and Colorado with the studded thongs and the leashes around their slim necks and those high- waisted hot-pants hiked up to that sinched waist terrified by the possibility of beauty, while forgetting what
it might
be
...slowly
losing
life

Read More
Conversations with Whores
David Himmel, Fiction David Himmel David Himmel, Fiction David Himmel

Conversations with Whores

Old men with cheap cigars talking to half naked women, who can’t waste too much time with one guy because it’s all about turnover. Beyoncé was playing on the jukebox and it sounded out of place. Hip-Hop didn’t belong there. It was too cool for what was really going on.

Read More
The First Time
Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner Wayne Lerner

The First Time

“Let’s just say, doing it for the first time on the soft sand with music playing, the sound of the waves in the background and the helping hand of wine and smokes, made for an evening I’ll never forget.”

Read More
Hagatha the Dog Witch
Fiction, David Himmel David Himmel Fiction, David Himmel David Himmel

Hagatha the Dog Witch

Hagatha, upon arriving in Chicago, had developed an allergy to cats. She tried Zyrtec, Claritin and Allegra, and all the potions and spells in her Witch Craft: Curses & Remedies book. Nothing helped. Her eyes watered, which made her face melt a little.

Read More
Jackie Walsh
Joe Mallon, Fiction Joe Mallon Joe Mallon, Fiction Joe Mallon

Jackie Walsh

From the porch, the two men listened to the thundering bass of rumbling trucks on journeys north and south along the Dan Ryan Expressway.  To the west, Halsted teased out the melodies of car horns beeping and tires squealing, a harsh cacophony of symphonic summer street noises.

They smoked their tobacco.

Read More