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the van that got away

I was helpless; mesmerized the way I had been years ago at our grandfather’s funeral when the undertaker had made him up to look like Dracula. I was angry and curious. Lill had been enchanted. She liked our grandfather in that guise and danced around his open casket blowing kisses…

feel me gone

I was thinking, if I died tonight and never slept the whole night with Johnny Cupcakes, I would call it an only fairly satisfactory life….”   by laine perry   I have never wanted to sleep with any man more than I want to sleep with Johnny Cupcakes. I don’t…

oregon

A bat is circling outside the window above our bed. I can almost gauge the thickness of his wing by the slap of sound he makes. We open the window to let him in. He flies around in small circles, far from the fire yet close enough to command our…

the good and perfect thing

We didn’t really care about my Mother’s selfishness or cruelty. She was someone we couldn’t reach, so when we talked about her we sighed and ho-hummed but generally we had accepted the loss of her…”   by laine perry   His hands were more Hollywood than Hollywood, and that is…

teeth

I walked over to the thinking bridge as quickly as I could without attracting too much attention and practiced running my tongue over my teeth to be sure they’d be sharp as a tiger’s when I did smile at him for saying the very charming things he was sure to…

my hologram jesus necklace

I say I worked for free but the deal was this, I was allowed to choose any one item within reason from inventory as a reward for my efforts with the broom…”   by laine perry   I’ll tell you this…at age seven I swept the chalky floors of my…

slide: a love story

A river ran alongside the property at one end but it wasn’t any help to the place. In a way, that river made it even more tragic, the river and the dirty, starving kids spaced along it in small clusters, trying to come up with some way to amuse them…

2017-2020

  Issue Seventy-Four Published May 2017 “Pluto The Skate”   Stories: A Note on The Divinity of Bobby Murcer • Brian Doyle Mr. & Mrs. Dick • David Moscovich Carnival Log • Ed Markowski On the Minds of Aging Directors: Federico Fellini’s and Ken Russell’s Memories and Regrets • Mike…

mr. grant’s rant: smokebox manifesto – issue 50 redux

It’s hard to imagine the silence of a world without art….”     “Smokebox started innocently enough many months back with a simple e-mail exchange…” True enough, except that now, as we publish our fiftieth issue of Smokebox, it’s more accurate to say “many years back,” eight to be exact,…

mr. grant’s rant: ten years gone

If you were to incinerate your laptop on a forest-green Coleman campstove, run your iPhone over with a rotary blade push mower, and punt your Kindle through your 72” Flat screen in a fit of Howard Beal-worthy rage I certainly couldn’t (and wouldn’t) blame you….”       “Smokebox started…