Stories from
October, 2011

Her salacious smile replaced by a manic rictus, blood smeared across her soft lips instead of lipstick. God help me, I still loved her.

Michael Coorlim has lived all over the United States but for now has settled into the northern suburbs of Chicago.

The free-floating anxiety hovered around John’s head, nagging softly, between when his mother died and when he finally called an exorcist.

Steven Saus writes, learns, publishes, injects people with radioactive stuff, and more.

Wanting to destroy all the people he’d been, he hit Delete. Files splintered. He mashed Control, but already the blood was flowing freely.

Tim Terhaar has since leaned into the values of $60 candles and BC poetry.