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Deathmatch 2013

The Offbeat

By Jeanie Keogh I belly-flop onto the king-size hotel bed. Tomorrow we are on the road at eight. Tonight is still in its package. Rich is next door talkin...

Muscle Man

By Brittany Smith Muscle Man’s plastic hands are curled into fists. His chest muscles bulge. He wears yellow briefs over an orange bodysuit and his chiseled ...

Cold Comfort

By Terri Favro I found it spread-eagled on a sack of organic potatoes –– one of those dolls with a ring that you pull to make it baby-talk. Only, it didn’t l...

Cardigan Blues

By Nana K. Adjei-Brenyah We are those dudes. The muscle and the gavel, the Friday night lights. Together we run shit, because we can, because we have to. We ...