Author: mark jednaszewski

It is July so everything burns. Avenue X smells like dying fish and simmering sludge. The sidewalk has cigarette burns. … Continue readingFlesh Concoctions

It is July so everything burns. Avenue X smells like dying fish and simmering sludge. The sidewalk has cigarette burns. … Continue readingMusic Box

It is July so everything burns. Avenue X smells like dying fish and simmering sludge. The sidewalk has cigarette burns. … Continue readingRe: Ghosting

It is July so everything burns. Avenue X smells like dying fish and simmering sludge. The sidewalk has cigarette burns. … Continue readingIt’s Always the Same Today

It is July so everything burns. Avenue X smells like dying fish and simmering sludge. The sidewalk has cigarette burns. … Continue readingMy Cells, My Snakeskin

by Christine Seifert Ellen’s room could hardly be called a room; it was more of a storage closet, a tiny, airless enclosure right off the kitchen. Just big enough for a bed and a wooden shelf where she kept her clothes neatly folded. Underneath the … Continue readingDeterminism

by Kimaya Kulkarni She sits down on the cold stone floor and settles back between the legs of her ancestor. Her hair let down, she closes her eyes as the wrinkled fingers find every dry space on her scalp and flourish it with coconut oil. … Continue readingSapiens

When I learned the universe was going to give us a Neil Clark flash collection, I pressed the preorder button faster than a packet of photons screaming from the Sun. … Continue readingReview: Time. Wow.

by Neil Clark … my head made holes in the ceiling, then my neck tore strips through the beautiful mansard roof of our perfect imperfect home. I told you I was sorry. I told you if you wanted to go and live somewhere that protected … Continue readingWhen I Turned Into a Giraffe…

by Lou Vargo Nylons, makeup, hair, lipstick. That’s been her routine for over twenty-five years if she so much as steps foot outside the house. She did it during the war when she worked at the plant and all the men were overseas. She’s done … Continue readingLeftovers