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Butch looked at the blank wall that offered him no answers. His buddy was in the next room, or the same building at least. They’d been split up…


“Domestic Violence,” “Depths of Disaffection,” “Buddy Buddy,” and Other Poems

Domestic Violence What an end. She’s stopped talking. She’s no longer responding. I don’t understand. I want To be understanding. Be polite, I say,…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Fucking Angela Merkel, Considered

February 3, 2017 Right out of the gate, nearly every subject expressed a burning desire to perform fellatio on Chancellor Merkel. A linear regression…


Coming Soon from Terror House Press: The Invisible Twins by Andy Nowicki

I've been teasing some big news related to Terror House Magazine for a while now, and while I've mentioned it in some other venues, I've been holding…


Social Justice Warriors

The good professor eyes his neighbor’s dessert. He’d been quiet up to then, waiting for his order. He and his young wife are delighted when their…


Soul Box

Dead now. Dead today. Dead tomorrow. That’s what the widow told me about her husband, her palms flat on my desk wishing it to be true. I finished my…


Sugar-Plum Fearless

Sugar-Plum Fairy leaned in the shaded doorway of Blade Runner Apartments. He'd intended to get his cock out, then urinate, but he forgot the first…


“Growing Older” and “Coping”

Growing Older These lips once shed words carelessly, like leaves spilling from autumn trees, Shaken with nerves or swollen with pride, Soaking in…


Helené Brooks

The first place I went into was called Ransohoff’s, a women’s store located on Post Street just off Union Square. I had taken an early morning…


“Heart-Headed,” “Harvesting Yesterday’s Madness,” “Dissolution,” and Other Paintings

Heart-Headed Harvesting Yesterday's Madness Dissolution Hunger The Fire Inside Living with All That Goya Feared to Paint