ISSUE 9

Fiction.

Sushi Haru.

by Emily Schultz

She said she was in love with loneliness, that there was something ecstatic about it. The chicken karage, halfway to my mouth when I overheard, tumb...

The Stayers.

by Matthew Barbehenn

Three years earlier, when Peter Roslowski weighed three hundred and seventy-two pounds, he couldn’t have run this fast. He couldn’t have run at all....

The Man Who Cared.

by Christopher McIlroy

Paul Sturbridge took care of people. As an insurance agent for twenty-seven years, he figured his policies had interposed themselves between a quart...

Poetry.

Two Poems.

by Jim Smith

Thou, Refusenik Yikes, brother! Gromyko’s obit was bang on. By morning Mezcalin’s cenotaph had aged. Art thou the enemy? Thy musselman’s tenderness ...

Two Poems.

by Marcus McCann

Head Injuries in Hockey Under the floods, under a thu-thunking shoulder check, I turned a mix of mean and happy, chucked my helmet. Under my head fl...

Three Poems.

by Jenn Blair

Journal of a Busy VA Planter Five missed entries. Little time to write of late. Country at War. Last week Jameson ran across tobacco breathless. Wav...

Three Poems.

by Sachiko Murakami

Nearing Winter Having lost interest in the changing of seasons Having lost the ability to dance through verb Having seen blackbirds and having littl...

Three Poems.

by Ben Nardolilli

Evening Gag Hate set you back like a thin silver dial. The doctor squeezed your palms, and your hairy smile Took its time outside the elements. Our ...

Excerpts from Croak.

by Jenny Sampirisi

The Narrator: you find the way because you have two hands stretched out you find the way because you know the way and there’s nothing mystical about...

Two Poems.

by Jamie Bradley

Sonnet XVIII, XXX, XL, XLI On the green boy goes You are all loving a ghost Lying down syntactical as apples recalled Answering: “Deteriorating,” yo...

Two Poems.

by Kathryn Mockler

Global Warming Everyone was in groups of ten, and I felt awkward standing at the cocktail party alone.An acquaintance approached. How are you? I ask...

Two Poems.

by Robin Richardson

The Rebel Angels Under his tutelage we filtered out Took the oracle’s daring lifted brow To mean we would succeed Ten days, twelve months And double...

Reviews.

“Sex, Drugs, and VHS”: A Review of Tony O’Neill’s Bill Bailey, Julie McArthur’s Men and the Drink, and Nathaniel G. Moore’s Sensational Sherri.

by Tyler Willis

Black Bile Press is back with its third One-offs series, this time featuring fiction by Tony O’Neill, Julie McArthur, and Nathaniel G. Moore. These short one-story chapbooks cut right to the quick, both in terms of design and content. Laid out by Matthew Firth, with cover designs by Bill Brown, each staple-stitched chapbook ranges in length from fifteen to twenty pages. The mono-chrome covers run the gamut from hot pink to Mountain Dew green. Different paper was selected for each chapbook; whether this is a stylistic choice is unclear. Firth deviates little from his customary editorial vision, and were the series not titled differently one might assume that these were new issues of Front&Centre. Firth has always kept the layout component of his chapbooks minimal, allowing the writing to speak for itself, and so we can forgive the design flaws of One-offs Series 3— some …...