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The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware, fiction by Timothy Gager
The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware It started with Black Beauties but also with Pink Footballs. You remember those, at least one of them? When you chopped them up and inhaled the burn was remarkable. Take hundreds of tips of … Continue reading
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Three flash fictions, by Timothy Gager
Best Fiends All the apparatus at the playground was broken. There was rusted slides, hanging chains without swings, and disassembled monkey bars that looked like crucifixes without a Christ. We rolled out of the sandbox—after we’d shot all the sand … Continue reading
Loveville, fiction by Timothy Gager
Loveville is a free-wheeling town you enter without a seatbelt at 100 miles per hour down the Main Street; going so fast, a clock can’t tick. When you spin off the road you are thrown onto the grass near a … Continue reading
Two Poems by Timothy Gager
reply to the grumpy cashier at the fast food restaurant Hello Sunshine! just make my damn sandwich ‘cause at minimum wage that’s what you’re here for Just a reminder: no one died on a cross making that bun the body of Christ and … Continue reading
Home Invasion, fiction by Timothy Gager
The mountain lion that could kill you in the woods, instead races past, leaps over a rock and devours a small dog in the scenic yard you’re squatting behind. You feel like Dwight Gooden sitting on a dirty old sofa … Continue reading
Tenth Frame Spare, fiction by Timothy Gager
Benji watched Kevin scratch his crotch with his left hand while he poked his meaty fingers into a 16-pound bowling ball with his right. The semester had just begun and the place was packed. “So how do I look?” he … Continue reading
