*This story was written with the prompt ‘My Hand Remembers’ as part of a series with the local Knife Brothers writing group, who will be releasing a story collection with Suspect Press in 2018 $$$ Your impractical satin sheets were the first sign—or should’ve been—that you were never exclusive. It’s not that you hid your… Continue reading In Possession of a Moral Dilemma by Amanda E.K.
Marie is a vintage collage artist whose work has appeared in birdy, Cultural Dissection and Nue Magazine. Her juxtaposition of images aims to express the duality of day-to-day life, the feeling of existing within multiple realities with the capacity to encounter seemingly contradictory emotions, ideas or attitudes simultaneously. Marie currently resides in Denver… Continue reading Organic by Marie Conigliaro
The girl in the green sweater sings along and winks at me. She plays air tambourine, dances like a robot, her hair looks amazing everyday. She calls brass knuckles “knucks” and whiskey neat a “sipper”. When we talk we glimpse over the rims of pints and shot glasses. Gulp on… Continue reading Green Sweater by Charly Fasano
Arna began screen printing in 2008, eventually becoming one of Denver’s most technically proficient and innovative manual screen printers, constantly pushing boundaries, and experimenting with new techniques. Her illustrations always have a narrative element, sometimes playful, sometimes dark, sometimes mysterious, and often involve the everyday struggles of small mammals. Find more of her… Continue reading A Sword of Fiery Blade by Arna Miller
In the church where I grew up, being a prostitute was the ultimate sin. Beyond theft, drug use, Satanism or even murder, selling your body sexually meant you’d hit rock bottom and would never be the same. So, naturally, when the cab driver propositioned me, I jumped at the opportunity. I was 22 and… Continue reading That One Night I Decided to be a Prostitute Because of JT LeRoy by Josiah Hesse
Clemens monitored the parking lot lives of strangers from the comfort of his home office, where he’d spent seven years watching eight stacked security monitors for a Safe & Secure Living company out of Illinois. He worked from home and since he worked from home there was no one to judge what he did… Continue reading Sophelia, Immortalized by Amanda E.K.
Another one was dead. My father, Gerald. Never a vivacious man in life. In my memories, the world danced and skittered around him while he rocked time away in his favorite chair—a chair that will soon be mine and that I’m sitting in now, sipping bourbon—debilitated not by disease or injury, but by the… Continue reading Death Arrangements by Mike Fehrenbacher
Going to get to know himself better by studying his fingerprints. Wondering what got him here in the third place. Going to get caught up in places most people go to unwind. Out of all the times he’s died this one hurts the most. Partly cloudy There’s cages hanging from cranes building New Denver.… Continue reading Fingertips by Charly Fasano