A NOVEL
BLACKTOP PRESS
I was sitting in the dark apartment drinking champagne and cough syrup when I heard the front door lock turning over.
Perspiration began streaming down my ribcage, as a large figure filled the doorway and dropped its bag to the floor. The figure hit the light switch and the Stones’ Shattered kicked on the stereo as electricity surged through the room…
SHORT STORY: THE BOMB CHATEAU
I am a descendant of four ghosts. I assume I am a descendant, why else would I carry this photo around with everywhere? ,Everywhere isn’t much. I am a resident of the Bomb Chateau and I rarely leave…
SHORT STORY: SCREEN TESTS FROM A MARRIAGE
“Pull off!” my new wife shrieked, pointing at a TOYS-R-US on the side of the highway. She ended up purchasing a very realistic looking squirt gun and I bought a fake beard. We got back in the car and drove on in silence, me in my beard and my wife pointing her gun out the window and murdering our competition along the highway…
SHORT STORY: FRANCE
Staring with lust and perpetual nausea at my French Maman. So effervescent and pure that I want a piece. Want to lead her by fingertips into taboo…
Editor
The werewolf often eats palm fulls of pills to look human in the morning. He smears aloe vera into his face to add moisture; thus replicating the glow of the dull, happy living…
HUBRIS MAGAZINE + ART BUREAU
ESSAY: GENIUS TO BACON
Genius: 1) an attendant spirit of a person or place
2) a single strongly marked capacity or aptitude
Bacon: 1) a side of a pig cured and smoked.
2) Bacon, Nathaniel 1647-1676 American colonial leader led short-lived uprising in Virginia known as Bacon’s Rebellion
Marlon Brando– Beauty to bacon.
Elvis Presley– The ultimate American metaphor. (Bacon)
Orson Welles as Quinlan in dialogue with Marlene Dietrich as Tanya in “A Touch of Evil” (Bacon)
FICTIONAL NONFICTION
We arrived after hours of locust-like traffic. Swarming mopeds and children with long spindly legs riding by like spiders on bicycles. We step out of the cab and plastic sacks filled with menstrual fluid, pink in the sunlight, rain down on our heads, just bursting all over us. I look up and the moon has exploded leaving a penumbra of pink…
ZINE