“Dead at the Mirage” by Kitty Bowerman
The road to Vegas is its usual Friday afternoon parking lot. We are meeting friends and plan to do mushrooms—as in those kind of mushrooms. It’ll be my first time. . . .
The road to Vegas is its usual Friday afternoon parking lot. We are meeting friends and plan to do mushrooms—as in those kind of mushrooms. It’ll be my first time. . . .
It was rumored that Miss Neela’s spirit roams through the village in the dead of the night with her fetus wrapped in her arms . . .
Fans of the Joe Meno and Nina Revoyr, take note: Joe and Nina are embarking on a nationwide tour this October to promote their new titles, Marvel and a Wonder and Lost Canyon.
Your eyes widen, heart clenches, fingers dig tightly into the pliable steering wheel cover, and you stomp on the brakes, your quadriceps forcing the pedal down as far as it’ll go, and the heavy, heavy SUV swerves and fishtails and pitches you forward, rubber shrieking, but it’s too late.
For as long as I can remember, my daughter asked me to take her to church. . . .
When we weren’t shoplifting, me and Sach 72 would go to the Bay Ridge yard and jump kids for their paint . . .
The magnificent yacht followed the racing boats into the roughest part of the channel—where the Atlantic meets the Caribbean . . .
Akashic Books mourns the loss of Anthony Winkler (1942–2015), one of the truly great comic/satirical fiction writers of the modern era.