Posts by Erick Bradshaw

February 28, 2025 | Fiction

Danielle D

Erick Bradshaw

It was cold out.

He never did meet the kid.

He arrived in the city with an STD.

February 21, 2025 | Poetry

Four Poems

Bradley King

Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

January 24, 2025 | Fiction

Odd Light

Brad Kelly

He’d been by himself now for months except for game night with his colleagues and so he multiplied 13 by 47 in his head and divided it down until it was a trace behind the decimal point and then he asked her if she would like to meet him for a coffee downtown.

April 8, 2024 | Fiction

Some Cindy Talking

Erick Bradshaw

She was always looking in the mirror.

February 18, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Sick Gal Seeks Rare Elk Sighting or Mate

Laura Adrienne Brady

Chronic illness already made dating hard. And then the pandemic arrived.

“I almost forgot—” my childhood friend interjected as we were wrapping up a phone call on a blustery September day. “I

September 8, 2023 | Fiction

Future Present

Brad Phillips

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

November 25, 2020 | Poetry

Significant Tornadoes

Carmen E Brady

Many days I realize my dreams are fiction half way through.

January 28, 2015 | Poetry

3 Love Poems

J. Bradley

Ask her to aim her index fingers.
at you. Aim yours.

October 7, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Brad Efford

My Mother Reads From Her Dream Journal

I.

We—you, me, and your sisters—are in a room the size of a broom closet and you say to me What do I do with this jellyfish? and I don’t understand

April 7, 2014 |

who are the Bash Brothers, son? do you even know?

Brad Epperson

used to bring my glove
no fan would be without one
allure of the foul
 
I used to believe 
some men were superior
they wore hats and gloves
 
they had statistics
posters adorned

December 25, 2013 | Fiction

xxxmasxxxvacation666

Ryan Bradford

Sometime during the last two hours, Clark Griswold has stopped feeling cold.

He claws at the frozen ground, vaguely aware of the intensifying blizzard. Snow replaces the dirt he shovels between

September 25, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

J. Bradley

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I changed your name to new and interesting terrorist

April 1, 2006 | Fiction

why you should never go to used car sales in minor league ballparks

brad

cheney stadium, home to the now defunct tacoma tigers and current tacoma rainiers, once held a monster used car blowout extravaganza in their parking lot. i was 17 and needed a cheap car, so i