Roman’s house was the stooping puke-green one at the end of the street. After his grandfather ventured out one winter and suffered a stroke,...

Rain was coming down hard and my plushies were on their period. I chewed on the fingernails growing like fungi from the soil of the TV scree...

Deteriorating Substance, by Brendan McCarthy "To have committed every crime, but that of being a father."  Emil Cioran, The Troubl...

Picture by Brendan McCarthy I’m slapping band-aids on the cracks in the pavement,          and gluing my dead skin mask but the tremors alr...

I’ve never touched anything hard enough to leave a fingerprint,  my blood is too stale for DNA, and my seed is the rusted urine darkening th...

The boys were sharing a tampon      as large as a crepe, one of them had found in the dilapidated washroom, earlier, when they still bothere...

Out of boredom, I trick my dog: I knock on the wood of my desk and pretend it came from the door. “Sic Rocky!” The dog jumps from the couc...

The winter holidays are here,  psychiatrists are booked solid.  My co-worker told me his radiation treatment went well but that his wife was...

Raining, people in black were gathered in front of the house on the corner. A man died by suicide, One or two days ago, My mom told me. Pois...

Summer is here, and all your teams have lost;   your jerseys are but shrouds in the dusty closet. Summer is here, the sun spits its venom, c...

                          Picture by Chris Mars     The two obese brothers cackled  as they threw bricks at each other. On the street, some ...

Dysmorph by Brendan McCarthy                        I scrape off your face,                       your plastic smile, like tooth decay. Thro...