Vol. 1, Issue 39
“Wherever you go, there are three icons that everyone knows: Jesus Christ, Pelé and Coca-Cola.”
Pelé
Six Degrees of Coca-Cola | Nonfiction
Acid has burned the shape of a trident into the cement floor. A white etching on the gray warehouse floor. One leaky pallet of Coca-Cola products waiting for disposal. The smell is rancid. Gnats circle. As I am standing on the receiving dock at the Sam’s Club where I...
Practicing the Faith of the Indiana Grandma | Poetry
A voice stained with black Folgers and Misty cigarettes, Maw-Maw begins her afternoon sermon to us, the stale boozed stench high school sophomores, on the benefits and pitfalls of early promiscuity— because that is a woman’s world after all. Granting this wisdom from...
