Main Squeeze Literary JournalBy Delaney PhelpsMama had beautiful hair. Chestnut brown, thicker than molasses, and it hung all the way down to her waist. Every night of the week, Daddy would sit her down at the foot of his recliner, her back straight against his knees, and brush it while he watched the eight o’clock news. On the […]
By Oliver ReimersPaul is a type designer, and Tracy is attempting motherhood. Their baby, Frank, is two months old. His face has turned mustard yellow. When he opens his eyes, they are the color of bananas. This is the fourth week Frank has had jaundice. “Every baby gets jaundice,” Paul said when Tracy first pointed […]
By Brad Rose I really like flower arranging. It’s part of my balanced lifestyle. I often notice, however, that my thoughts become wispy tentacles of love snakery, but why shouldn’t they want a hostage? Normally, I prefer sword dancing to mud wrestling, as long as it’s the gentle kind. It only requires non-quantifiable accounting skills […]
By Brad RoseOn my way to the fun fair. It’s going to be great. Some people say I’m a loose cannon, but I’m just following orders. I like being the dirty kind of clean. Like they say, there’s no use writing numbers in alphabetical order. Hey, I just got this new headgear. The fit’s a […]
By Brad RoseWe spend a third of our lives asleep, but it’s just a quiz. It can happen, even to the best of us. Like electricity, it doesn’t need wires and it’s quiet as hush money. Needless to say, I prefer dreams without edges, although sex doesn’t have to be about music, even in the […]
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