"Now I had never been crucified, but I had been in fights, so I knew something about the amount of blood a body could produce."
By Richard Johnston"In the village, ancient baobabs grow pregnant with the bones of holy men and papered prayers, and in the city, small boys beg, tin cans to their elbow."
By Ah-reum HanFlashes of girlhood in two new short works by Danny Powell.
By Danny Powell"You are on the cusp of something sublime, awesome the way awesome was in the seventeenth century."
By Chris Campanioni"The hooker said her name was Solace, which was exactly what he needed after the heartwreck of the last six months."
By Jonathan PapernickNeither man screams. The only sound is the sound of a body breaking. These two have been playing this game for centuries.
By Kate Brittain"My pedagogical disagreements with bartenders are a source of never-ending grief for me."
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