Pimp My Ride by Julián Martinez
Xzibit has planted the smallest bomb inside of a bomb which rests under the floating 2001 Toyota Corolla painted candy red with pinstripe and flames […]
Xzibit has planted the smallest bomb inside of a bomb which rests under the floating 2001 Toyota Corolla painted candy red with pinstripe and flames […]
Brother Jack, the Father, speaks from a pulpit as crooked as the Tower of Babel. “And the Parable of Saint Joe and his Devils goes […]
The newspaper delivery boy turns his face to the wind and pedals up the tall hill by the bay, that one dotted with thin white […]
Butterfly Wing The mad scientist sewed a butterfly wing onto my left shoulder, nerves spliced together like rope. I fluttered it once. My muscles ached […]
Back it goes that seems like a long one! Still going! Still up there just going and going! It’s gone! Outta here! Literally in outer […]
I was once on a plane that suffered a monumental loss. High above a green and turgid swath of Florida, one of the aircraft’s giant […]
No modeling agency praised my biceps enough, so my father bought me an oasis. It became my personal modeling venue. Travelers often discovered it. Their […]
There is an aperture in my hand, a thumb-print whirl where tissue once flowed uninterrupted—like a channel grown curious and turning back on itself. Last […]
The lectern of the conference room is emanating darkness. Profits are down. I know this because we all know this. There is no escaping the […]
In his youth, The Fan experienced joy. This was his first mistake. Now, The Fan anticipates the arrival of the newest incarnation of The IP. […]
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