Gibtown By Benjamin J. Gohs Henry watched the others pretending not to watch him. Young. Dyed hair, tattooed skin, heavy lipstick and funny hats, retro slacks and grandma’s jewelry. He noted them with cryptozoological curiosity. Never could grasp the desire for uniqueness. Delicious tall legs, straight spines, slim fingers, joints without ache. Polite, proper, respected, … Continue reading Gibtown

Charlie Foote’s Mayday By Benjamin J. Gohs When your last chance reaches across the latitude and longitude of impossible happenstance, and plucks your name from that old slouch hat, you don't ask, you don't argue—you just nod in solemn uncertainty and go. Go where? Do what? Voice on the telephone said it would be good … Continue reading Charlie Foote’s Mayday

An Old Family Recipe By Benjamin J. Gohs “I have to do something before he kills me.” Smoke rose gently from mom’s mouth. She leaned in her chair and peeked out the curtain which cast a shard of sunshine into the darkness. “Maybe I'll just leave.” Brandon bit a hard-boiled egg in half and poured … Continue reading An Old Family Recipe

Whalebone By Benjamin J. Gohs Poet Peter Mann believed not in muses nor inspiration but trusted in the cruelty of all wretched scribes to pilfer that which was true and necessary from the unwitting. “Let them callous their hands and burden they hearts, dear mother. For I am an artiste! And God alone—choose which ye … Continue reading Whalebone