Without a Voltage Meter to Check How Hot a Fence Is, You’re Just Guessing

By Brad Rose With its windows rolled down, a lowrider passed, Sympathy for the Devil, belting out its introduction to Satan. Ramon turned to me, said, “Did you hear Vito was charged with unlawful flight to avoid prosecution?” I said, “We used to be partners, but we were never really close.” “For only one dead … Continue reading Without a Voltage Meter to Check How Hot a Fence Is, You’re Just Guessing

Second Date? (It’s Funny What a Little Moonlight Can Do)

By Brad Rose I’m a very person. It’s not the anesthesia. Here, with you, beneath the cross-eyed moon, while we eat these silver slivered minnows, it’s like a medical condition. Last night, I dreamed we were warming our feet by a cozy forest fire, the ketchup-colored flames burning through our sleep. You, a one-fingered pianist, … Continue reading Second Date? (It’s Funny What a Little Moonlight Can Do)