Sunbather by Nicholas Cook
The sky is squeegeed cloudless. He’s seeing a sunbather on the side. I picture her breasts, skin burnt by tar paper on the roof.
Why You Move to New York, v. mid-80s by Steve Adams
Because you saw Midnight Cowboy and Taxi Driver and The Panic in Needle Park, and connected to the disturbing beauty beneath the horror, the dangers, something you needed to see and taste, something hard enough to wake you from the slumber of the small town you’d grown up in, and then Austin, where you’d moved afterward; a place that had frightened you at first.
Issue 2
Featuring new work by Steve Adams, Nicholas Cook, Christopher Locke, Sarah Freligh, Jane Ciabattari, Peter Cherches, Grant Faulkner, Ann Bogle, and Hobie Anthony.
Bird by Kim Chinquee
I am early, sitting in bird’s-eye of the bakery, reading my book outside at a table. It’s a good book, with language I appreciate, and the plot moves along.
MYSTERY by Luisa Valenzuela, translated by Kirk Nesset
There is a suspect, of course. You read the flash fiction again, examine it word by word, letter by letter, and find nothing.