Issue Fifty

“The husk of the house I torched still sits undisturbed by nose-held-high society or it’s perhaps a refuge for one or a few of them thousands of nouveau pauvres that slink through the alleys and parks of Our Fair Town.  I like to think that these life-in-a-shopping-cart people are the only true Americans left; everyone else sits unthinking in front of their television and argues about which this-or-that happens to be pregnant, divorced, or in charge of the country.”

– From “Firebug” by Jacob Ferrier


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  1. I really liked the imagery of “My Pal”. As a little boy, I had visions of a walking “boom box” that spoke through song lyrics (kinda like Bumblebee from the Transformers movie), and this story took me back to that. Well done, Brian.

  2. I loved “Period”. The dialogue opened the characters and showed the selfishness of the want of sex with the shame of realization when one realizes the driving imperative of the body has betrayed one’s own regard or consideration for another. Brilliant.

  3. Re:Issue 50 My Pal by Brian Hobbs presents a whimsical tale of an unspoken bond between young and old, the hopeful and the superannuated. A sensitive narrator captures the lost dreams of a friend who is now obsolescent,the discarded remnant of our technologic society. Hobbs fashions a wistful vision of mortality and tenderness, reminding us of the lines:
    I cannot sing the old songs,
    I sung long years ago
    For heart and voice would fail me,
    And foolish tears would flow;
    For bygone hours come o’er my heart,
    With each familiar strain
    I cannot sing the old songs,
    Or dream those dreams again.

  4. I loved Firebug by Jacob Ferrier, the imagery used in this story is simplistic and excellent. The way he describes the burned out house is great. Very much enjoyed it sir. Hope to see more.

  5. The story by Randi Wilson was a very dark read. Her descriptive account, however, drew me in and I found it hard to look away. Like the slasher films of old this kept me wanting to read on through the gaps in my fingers.

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