Give Up the Ghost, II
Fiction by PCM Christ | The next morning, they took their breakfast on the back deck. A breeze lilted through, bringing the coolness of the night still nestled around the mountain top in dew and rising mist
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | The next morning, they took their breakfast on the back deck. A breeze lilted through, bringing the coolness of the night still nestled around the mountain top in dew and rising mist
read morePoetry by Alex Riddle | A MAN’S WORLD exclusive. A sonnet written to commemorate Donald Trump’s stunning victory over death at Butler, Pennsylvania on July 13th, 2024
read moreEssay by Panurge | The circus is in town—or, I should say, circuses: one inside the big hotels and down at the convention center, and another surrounding them
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | They all stood there with tears of perspiration pouring down their faces, while the preacher dotted the corners of his mouth and then his forehead like preacher men do and he said that the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away and to everything there is a season, and Ausby was gone but she lived on in memories and legacy and she’d be seen again someday when we meet on that Heavenly shore. Amen
read moreFiction by Michael Long | So much for sweet talk. It was almost midnight when we got aboard a covered motorized trishaw that took us about a mile up Gordon Avenue. Susie paid the driver. She took my hand and led me through a narrow alley between two concrete block buildings to her front door at number ninety-two.
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
read moreFiction by Frederick Pace | It was a white house. It had four windows on the front side and four windows on the back side, facing a small garden and in the morning the sun as it rose. It was located in Wyoming
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
read moreFilm review by N.J. Sloan | What’s apparent here, however, is the incoherence of this film under its own internal logic, and how irreconcilable this film is with its outward intentions, as expressed by writer and director Martin McDonagh
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
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