On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 3

VII. Jimmy stands up and sways, a little then a lot. It took a moment to get right with gravity and the Earth’s rotation. They set off among the live…


On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 2

V. Gee ran over to Jimmy excitedly. “They’re going to use it.” “What?” “The GIF. The projectionist downloaded it and Skattered Kunts are going to…


On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 1

I. He looked into her large, dark eyes, the kind that light never seemed to escape from. As if they could hold the whole of the world. “Don’t,” she…


Pussy Pogrom

Sing, O’ Muse, of passion and fiery lusts. A horny man, there is my story. And the bitter rancor of the sharp tongued Shebrew, Anna of the Red Scare…


די פּאַסטוכער

The moon hung low on the horizon gliding among icy white caps of winter clouds. Pearlescent stars twinkled in a sea of the darkest Tyrian purple as…


The Untouchable, Part 2

V. Sitting at the counter of Ryder’s Diner, Marcus downed cup after cup of coffee, staring blank-expressioned at the 50’s décor. A patrolman sat next…


The Untouchable, Part 1

I. Marcus leaned his salt-and-pepper head back while he sat on the park bench and took in the fresh spring air through his mashed nostrils. For a…


City of Dis

Agent Tim opened his eyes. Face down, looking at the leaf-littered forest floor. He rose on his hands. Agent Tim was alone. Just him in his suit and…


The Birds No Longer Sing at Night

Who are we?                                                                                                     Can I see you?       Who was I?…


PMC, Part 2

III. Brad announced to Red and Blue Teams, “Alright people, scrounge up whatever weapons and ammo you can; at least they stocked this joint. Five…