The Bitchin’ Kitsch (2010-present) or The B’K is a quarterly compzine edited and published by The Talbot-Heindl Experience, LLC in Denver, CO. The B’K is an outlet for people who may not be accepted or considered by more traditional publications. The B’K aims to have a diverse publication from a Read more…
The B’K January 2018 Featuring: Art by: Greg Counard, Alyssa Havens, Olivier Schopfer, and Chris Talbot-Heindl Fiction by: Jonathan Ferrini and Michael Prihoda Poetry by: Arif Ahmad, Corey Joseph Brier, Kristen Clark, Richard Dinges Jr., Niina Tsuyuki Dubik, Clara B. Jones, D. Jordan, Kendra Mathias, Maria Mazzenga, KG Newman, Sy Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
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 Read more…
Weekly feature by: Carla Sameth If I had a wish it would be to jump out of bed like the world was on fire, raining ice-cream sundaes. My body weeping with my wife’s caresses. My heart tattooed with my son’s sweet love. My sides aching from laughter that tastes like Read more…