ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

Consulate

Our Children Would Not Kill Us

I don’t want to give the impression that I was special; yet this was an extraordinary time in my life; I was a wreck,...

The Breast And Brian Franca

You were an early bloomer. Let’s go with that one. Yes, you had breasts when you were still undressing a Barbie doll to examine...

The Only Detail That Matters

One In our fifth roadside motel room Alice is standing in front of the mirror examining her face carefully. She is wearing nothing more than...

Gluten

I stop eating gluten. I read labels on packages at the supermarket. Standing for too long in narrow aisles, my eyes squinting at lists...

In Christ there Is No East or West

She said: “If someone was getting married it would be important enough, wouldn’t it? This is the closest thing to a wedding Francis is...

Monkfish

Next to Victor is Amelia, who is worried that it still looks like she has pissed her pants. When she arrived at Kevin and...

Tell Me. Why Does He Have To Have a Head?

This all started when Niall grilled me about which athletes have the best bodies. “Fucking fighters,” he said. And contemplating his decorated amateur boxer bod and...

Brighton, Where Are You?

Brighton, where are you? Palmer. It had been etched into the back of the stall door with some kind of corrosive and then, in...

For W.W.

Have you ever had that thing happen where you go to sleep in a bed and you’re asleep for awhile and then you wake...