“O Captain My Captain” by Jo Perry

FICTION: “If the arc of history really bends toward justice, the contents of that steel box should belong to me—not to the invisible grandson with his fully-subsidized Silver Lake Craftsman and a ‘job’ writing experimental, bedpan-free screenplays the client cannot fucking stop talking about….”

“Jim Dandy to the Rescue” by D. V. Bennett

FICTION: “Seeing her in silhouette, my reaction plummeted to the low level of a lonely, recent dumpee, but when she stepped into the light, my imagination ventured into the realm of shame….”

“Street Sweeping in the City that Works” by David Hagerty

FICTION: “A fresh breeze off the lake carried away the roar of cars and the decaying scents of the city. Yet before he’d passed the trinket shop, two police officers blocked his way….”

“Retribution, with Extreme Prejudice” by Glen Bush

FICTION: “I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. That made me even more nervous, so I started to turn around and answer him but that’s when he hit me with a hard punch to my kidney….”

“Penny For Your Thoughts, Or A Razor” by Tia Ja’nae

FICTION: “Doubt makes them keep their awkward greetings to themselves. That suits me just fine. I ain’t out here looking for friends….”

“Bring Me the Dead of Jerry Garcia” by Mark Mellon

FICTION: “Manhood and honor cast aside like the useless impediments they were….”

“Headline: City Mourns Slain Pol, Chicago Style” by David Hagerty

FICTION: “Compared to a generation ago, when bootleggers and gangsters controlled this city, it’s uncommon for an alderman to die violently now, and many people still looked shocked….”

“Eight O’Clock Sharp” by James McCrone

FICTION: “What had been a general resentment of the halfway house and its rules was now a searing hatred….”

“Swamp Witch Blues” by Jason M. Tucker

FICTION: “Heavy, mud-scented air wafted in from the swamp and was warm enough to build up a sweat just sitting. It made everything a bit more miserable.”