The Sisters B-36 Kurt Vonnegut

The Sisters B36

by Kurt Vonnegut – a Kilgore Trout story… On the matriarchal planet Booboo in the Crab Nebula, there were three sisters whose last name was B-36. It could be only a coincidence that their family name was also that of an Earthling airplane designed to drop bombs on civilian populations with corrupt leaderships. Earth and…

Then She Took the Call by Philip Loyd

Then, She Took the Call

by Fed-up Philly… I used to be a jackal. That is to say, I once was a reporter. A journalist. A scavenger of the lowest kind. You know, like in the movie Nightcrawler. I’m all better now, thank God. Lucky for me, I woke up just in the nick of time. Read the whole feeding-frenzy…

Shakespeare Goes Hip-Hop

by Mr. Z… How do you get today’s younger generation to get into Shakespeare? Bob Zaslow, Mr. Z, has come up with the perfect solution: Rap Notes, Shakespeare Raps. Just ask Homer (if he were still around). He’d tell you the only way his fans could pass down The Illiad and The Odyssey to their friends was by rhyming…

My Time Spent in the Mob by Philip Loyd

My Time Spent in the Mob

by Connectedly Philly… I was in the Park when I heard the news about Wags Wagglestein, my attorney.  Next thing I knew I was headed downtown.  It had been a long time since I had been down to Mulberry Street, and suddenly I was feeling nostalgic. Read the whole spaghetti-eating story…   My Time Spent…

A Siren Song for Two by Steven Fischer

A Siren Song for Two

by Steven Fischer… Beneath my feet, this world is breaking, dancing along to some beat I can’t fathom. Each note, resolute, as the ice cracks and grows, stretching in the warmth of the dayward side, contracting here in the shadows. An entirely natural phenomenon, they promise, but the strength of the song still makes me…

Girl by Jamaica Kincaid

Girl

by Jamaica Kincaid… Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk bare-head in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off.…

The Huntress by Sofia Samatar

The Huntress

by Sofia Samatar… The Huntress left dark patches wherever she passed. She left a streak. In the morning, the hotel staff would find me unconscious, gummed to the floor. The proprietor weeping, for nothing like this had ever happened in his establishment, nothing. Had I not read the instructions on the desk? Read the whole…