A Consideration of Wenclas’ Vodka Friday Night (2019)

Kirk Fannin was the dangerous one– yet for a moment Stacey Shemke was the aggressor. (Wenclas, Vodka Friday Night) §.00 Karl Wenclas' short fiction Vodka Friday Night was the first incarnation of what the author has described as the '3D Story,' a self-conscious attempt to generate a new, vitalistic literary model. §.01 The plot—sharp as a razor—revolves… Continue reading A Consideration of Wenclas’ Vodka Friday Night (2019)

C. H. Christie’s The Oyster Pirates (1973) | A Review

"Barton masterminded the deal. He knew a lot about the oyster business. But that was all he knew." — The Oyster Pirates, Adam, March, 1973, Vol. 54, No. 4 In shuffling through old archives I recently stumbled across Adam Magazine, a curious mixture of erotica, corny comedy sketches and pulp fiction. The stories were of… Continue reading C. H. Christie’s The Oyster Pirates (1973) | A Review

The Silence & The Howl | Part 18

§.18 The last time he saw her with clouded eyes was in front of Andy's house. She had come over to return a sewing machine she'd borrowed for a school project. Harmon had only to meet her gaze to know she felt nothing for him. They exchanged no words. He had been waiting for something… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 18

The Silence & The Howl | Part 10

§.10 Harmon stood within the melting hall once more. The light in the distance so bright he couldn't bring himself to look at it. The man from which the centipede had emerged stood once more, bathed in albescent resplendence. Fear quickened Harmon's pulse as he shaded his eyes and pressed down the hall, compelled by… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 10

The Silence & The Howl | Part 8

§.08 Harmon rang up Bluebird at noon. No answer. Tried again. No answer. He tried a third time and finally she answered through text, writing only: "Can't talk rn. Busy." Harmon cursed under his breath and slammed the small, black plastic flip-phone shut and slid it into the pocket of his jeans and straightened and… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 8

The Silence & The Howl | Part 1

CHAPTER ONE “I don't have no problem.” “Sure seem like you do.” He shook his head, a fractional gesture, noticeable only due the couple's proximity. “Well, I don't. Was you what started yappin.” She folded her arms below her breasts, turning slightly away, staring at nothing, muttering, “Fine.” “Yeah. It is. Why you being this… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 1