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As our special gift to you, a special holiday issue featuring all of the writers whose work we’ve been hanging onto far too long. I’m really sorry about that. And bam, just like that we’re all caught up. Thanks for everyone’s love and support this year, I only hope this makes things a little brighterContinue reading “Happy Holidays from Pink Litter”
How to Have an Affair I’m at my desk in the small office and Lynn is crouched under the desk sucking me off like a vacuum. The office is lit, so is the suite. Outside my locked door a few people pass by, with no idea what’s going on. It was Lynn’s idea, she didn’t think, just didContinue reading “How to Have an Affair [Story] by Pete Mladinic”
On Radishchev Street At the beginning of the summer, in the heat, I hit the bottle. My wife, as usual, kicked me out of the house. I had absolutely no place to go. For a while I cried at the window and begged her to let me in, but then I remembered that Father gaveContinue reading “On Radishchev Street [Story] by Oleg Razumovsky”
Beaten Beat me out of me, beat seeds out of me, beat the skin off of me, beat the need out of me, beat me until tender meat, beat me until you’re sticky, beat me until I am sleepy, beat me until my heart ceases. Chris Butler is an illiterate poet shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. The final two booksContinue reading “Beaten [Poem] by Chris Butler”
A Dream Above the World As I settled in and put my things on the floor, I took notice of the two gentlemen beside me. One had sandy brown hair, strong bone structure, with lots of sun kissed freckles. He was older, but he looked like he could be a male model. I noticed heContinue reading “A Dream Above the World [Story] by Naria Burke”
Laws of Attraction How can bodies still elicit sparks when memory persists in melting time and what was shared over thirty years past be just as present in both our minds? Secreted in a wooded room, candlelit, serenaded by the shushing surf, our steaming skin still scented from the scald of mineral springs, I silently lead you by your hand to the table whereContinue reading “Laws of Attraction [Poem] by Larry Oakner”
Going down I called her pussy Little Scarlet for it was as red and sticky sweet as English strawberry preserves. But that patch of ruby tangle is long gone, her memory overgrown by seasons passed. But O how delicious she was!