I wanted to know you were gone. I wanted it to be easier when your make, model, and color of car passed me on the road.  I wanted to not be jolted when certain songs came on in cof[...]

The four of us sit in an expensive restaurant on Kenmare, four blondes from all over the world gossiping over the smudged surface of a copper table: Milena from Denmark, Hannah fro[...]

Virginity is silly. It’s silly because people seem to believe that it deserves some special reverence. Let me take you back to Friday night. We were shit-talking on a rooftop. Most[...]

I’m trying really hard to think of a more miserable trip. Like really, really hard. There were the fourteen hours in a mini-van with my then-boyfriend’s entire family en route to a[...]

Two years ago I canceled a flight to Paris. Which I know, le big fucking sigh. It was a phone call comprised mainly of my bereaved groans—at the hold music, the twang of the operat[...]

I’m hurtling up Doheny when it hits me, when some section of my cortex screams: Do it! “It” defined as jerking the shiny silver automobile I’m driving into the line of cars under t[...]

After my friend’s boyfriend broke up with her recently, I asked what I could do to help. “You could push me into oncoming traffic,” she said. “Come on. Being single isn’t that bad,[...]

“Anyway, that’s life. There’s nothing you can do about it. It is what it is.” I didn’t even hear the first part of what he said, but those last three sentences were enough to make [...]

The following is an excerpt from Reeves Wiedeman’s piece for Cartel III (Fall, 2012), which can be purchased for $2.99 as an Amazon Kindle e-book or as a PDF. *** I am asked [...]

The following is an excerpt from Jenny Bahn’s piece for Cartel III (Fall, 2012), which can be purchased for $2.99 as an Amazon Kindle e-book or as a PDF. *** For the most par[...]