Shit Brick by Jack Barrie
Shit brick. That’s what my cousin Harry called it. He’s from Oxford. Nice down there. All the brick that way has a lovely gold-cream color to it, but I like our shit brick better.
Shit brick. That’s what my cousin Harry called it. He’s from Oxford. Nice down there. All the brick that way has a lovely gold-cream color to it, but I like our shit brick better.
Mavis Slaughterhouse was fifteen years older than us, a greying redhead and a former professional wrestler once known as Crimson Slaughter.
We first locked eyes near the hog offal stall at Brigsbee Market. His wiry frame bent over me like an inchworm in heat. When he smiled, I saw rotten teeth.
Featuring work by Mikki Aronoff, Alyssa Aung, Jack Barrie, Jill Bronfman, Rebecca Croser, Peter DeMarco, Travis Flatt, Jaime Gill, Kat Gonso, Robert McBrearty, Kim Murdock, Nora Nadjarian, Chris Scott, and Nathan Leslie.
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