Weekly Features

Smoke Screen

Weekly feature by: KG Newman At Green Heart all the budtenders are women. I buy an eighth and go to Altitude, where they are women too, tatted but lacking grunge — they vape, hit the gym between shifts. When couples counseling is suggested I suggest the young blonde who says she’s a fair arbitrator and she’ll hear me out. The waterfall and incense makes it all sound and smell so promising. I open with a Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Day of the Flies

Weekly feature by: Salvatore Difalco Must have been the hottest day of the summer. My T-shirt was soaked with sweat, arms and face sunburned. My mother was on day shift at the Brill shirt factory around the corner, where she sewed pockets. My father had been out of the hospital for a month or so. He was in bad shape, working on one lung. He looked caved in. I’d been in the park across the Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

My Heart is a Liver

Weekly feature by: Benjamin D. Carson For Ella “Why isn’t my heart called a liver?” my daughter asked as I stood folding laundry. Looking puzzled, I folded a shirt, as she patiently explained. “Live. Er. It’s what makes you live. So shouldn’t your heart be called that since it’s the most important part?” In the silence that followed, I turned socks inside out, pressed creases out of jeans, and felt in my core the steady Read more…

By Chris, ago
The Bitchin' Kitsch Issues

The B’K May 2018 Issue

Featuring Art by: Brian Hardie, Stephanie Jones, Olivier Schopfer Fiction by: GiGi Gaczewski, Jeffrey Zable Non-fiction by: Arif Ahmad Poetry by: Roo Bardookie, JD DeHart, John Grey, Louis Marvin, Wannyda Sanghataiaree, S. Sushant, Dr. Mel Waldman, Mark Young Read the issue here.

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Ella Se Fue, Se Fue

Weekly feature by: TS Hidalgo I asked my girlfriend to leave the house. She took the things I had given her. She took the things she had given to me. She was always very fussy. What was mine was ours (and what was hers, hers). When I came home that night, there was no light. She had taken all of the bulbs. So I turned Buddhist after that breakup. Next time nobody will have anything Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Our Cafe As Morning Vacation

Weekly feature by: James Croal Jackson On the patio drinking iced coffee you write a letter to Jane Fonda telling her you always thought you’d be an actress – that distant magical woman with a collection of workout VHS tapes, one of which you bought when thrifting. The sun is out. Lawyers beside us talk about renovations to streets near campus but from straw to lips – you and I, our city infrastructure’s solid. We Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

Lifetime Friend

Weekly feature by: John Grey There’s something about birthdays. This year, as you know, we’ll both be having one. One year closer to nothingness except you have the boys of course and I’ve clobbered the internet with my name. We’ve already carved a chunk out of the 21st century. I can remember when it was the future. Time to reflect as they say. How did we ever get where we are? You claim to have Read more…

By Chris, ago
Weekly Features

A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux

Weekly feature by: Sissy Buckles The saloon on the desolate hilly outskirts of El Cajon off Olde Highway 80 looked like a barn from the road and still not even sure why I was there with a few adventurous divorced dames from work needing a sanity break from the kids at home but I heard a fiddler wailing the Cotton-Eyed Joe his western invitation moaning high from the parking lot so skirt daring I ducked Read more…

By Chris, ago