March 12, 2024 | Interview
Chaos Questions with David Joy
Sheldon Lee Compton
I have no interest in living another 360 years. The folks I get along with have about died off and the world will be on fire by then. I’m blowing my brains out.
March 12, 2024 | Poetry
Joan of Arc
Joshua Palm
Today I saw a goose stare down an suv and thought of you.
it got to the other side of the road and tore a few feathers out
following me from a table outside the coffee shop to my car.
I think it
March 11, 2024 | Fiction
Little Boy Road
Sarah Fonseca
Josephine Aycock’s boy, Jeremiah, was due to start middle school that autumn. In the sun-soaked months spanning summer break, she found herself praying for the thirteen year-old more than usual. He
March 10, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay
Your Second Call
Vallie Lynn Watson
I should have called out, “Marry me,” followed by your name, in that quarter-second of dead air.
Nothing too prosaic, nothing too provocative, just four beats, a stunted swirl of “M”s and “R”s.
My
Excerpts from X: previously posted on Twitter . . .
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Can't spoil what's ahead but suffice to say I may attempt to falsely accuse a fellow indie writer of war crimes in a psychotic bid for even more attention
Percocet Helps
David Simmons
Crush ten pills into a fine powder, then stir thoroughly in a glass of warm water. Put the glass in the freezer and let sit for twenty minutes. At this point, the mixture will have separated.
Chaos Questions with Leah Hampton
Sheldon Lee Compton
SHELDON LEE COMPTON: The aliens actually showed up. They only communicate through images and demand you show them one overall image that explains our civilization. You have five minutes to Google Image search. What do you type into the search bar?
LEAH HAMPTON: “Image of Donald Trump shitting on an endangered butterfly”
I Appreciate the Company
Jade Mar
Eventually, the coke got to his head. He started becoming extremely paranoid. I was on a trip.
Matt and Marie get high, get back together
Will Mountain Cox
They all knew the drugs. But they hadn’t seen each other in years. The drugs were doing well. The drugs were doing fine. The drugs were good. The drugs were good to run into again. The drugs were taller, maybe? Or, stronger?
Thamar and Amnon
Wallace Barker
All of the bedroom was suffering / with his eyes full of wings.
Mosul
Paul Thompson
Waitresses circled the room like vultures. Sometimes I dreamt of laying down on the hot sand, my spine fusing to it, nerves sizzling, going blind from the light, my chest cavity ripped open while they pecked around my ribs—the waitresses, I mean—for whatever they could salvage, whatever was still good.
I Like the Drugs (And the Drugs Like Me)
Chandler Morrison
I was ten when my mother first took me to a psychiatrist. He put me on Zoloft at her request. My relationship with pharmaceuticals is my longest running one to date. My normal.
A Unique Way With Animals
Jesse Hilson
So I guess I’m an animal then, aren’t I? Why? Why was I born?
Grammy Is Still Smoking
Trisha Kostis
I, and my vile habit represented a toxic threat both materially and existentially. It wasn’t only the danger of secondhand smoke, but the mere existence of smoking that they wished to shield from their cherub.
NOTES FROM THE BLOOD FACTORY ISSUE #2 ‘AFTER HOURS.’
Frank Reardon
Chris snaps the seal of a Jack Daniels shooter and pops the brown sugar down his throat. Tommy pops Vicodin: Coronado eats a stick of dynamite and blasts his brain with meth, no judgement.
Her Special Place
Mather Schneider
She sits in the grass in her special place and she does her meditation. It is the place she has carved out for herself in the world.
The Mourning After
Tara Layne
I haven’t had a sip of water in days. I scan the colorful, exotic flowers that fill the twenty eighth floor apartment. The view overlooks the Hudson River in New York City, and the lazy, muddy water
Betty Blue Eyes
Rohan Muthanna
Relentless torrents of rain poured down that whole night, gently lulling me to sleep.
Darling Monsters
wrath of persephone
So what if I can’t cook? I can clean a crime scene then let you hate-fuck me after.
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
dirty work
El Musgrave
I keep trying not to say, I think about you all the time, I want to come for you, and I hang up without saying it, and then I call you later from my bed and I end up saying it all anyway.
Chaos Questions with Benjamin Drevlow
Sheldon Lee Compton
What I mean is I write auto-biographical fiction and as such I’m a habitual and unrepentant liar-liar-pants-on-fire sheep in wolf’s clothing.
Street Blues
R.A. Gallagher
Swallowing those pills at night was now like playing Russian roulette; the blues were, for the first time in many years, the leading cause of drug deaths in Scotland, overtaking even heroin.
What the Dead Know
Joanna Acevedo
Once, I thought I would forgive. Now, a year later, I’m still waiting for the feeling to appear
An Unmodern Love
Karen McKinney
No, I do not want any kind of modern love, with all its entitlements,
A Guide to Recognizing Your Pasties, or A Non-Alphabetical Glossary of Burlesque Pasties
Lauren Emily Whalen
Nipple covers.
Pasties come in every shape, size and color. They can be plain or blinged within an inch of their minuscule lives. They can have tassels attached. They go on one’s butt cheeks with




