Are We the Real Villains? A Letter from the Editors
Before you stands the momentous “Villains” special online issue of Barrelhouse. Enter if you dare.
Two Poems, by Christian Woodard
To say the scene: sagebrush
where the deer come to rest
from valley lights, farm trucks.
They step from the corn
Two Birds Named Heat and Hunger, by Emma Watson
Once upon a time a woman who hated birds married a woman
who owned a parrot that would live forever.
Five Poems, by Amber Shockley
Last time we met, I was most
like a bride as I have ever been.
The Human Animal, by Jennie Malboeuf
Charles Manson is Dead as the world loses order,
chokes itself in a pell-mell haze.
The Hook, by Paul Crenshaw
There’s always a hook. It’s a staple to this story. A girl, a car, a late boyfriend on a windy night, a hook when she drives away.
At Play in the Fields of the Boys, by Lori Barrett
Part of my crush was on his name: Kevin Leisure.
Philophobia, by Sin Ribbon
They say death does crazy things to the livin’. Those people woulda been put in their place by Mr. Fetters.
Dear Humans, Love Monsters, by Layne Miller
I don’t mean to watch you sleep, but sometimes, monsters just get hungry.
I Was Offered a Kingdom, by Glenn Lester
I was offered a kingdom and, without thinking about what the future might hold, I took it.
The Same, by Toby LeBlanc
This is the same. It’s all the same. Until it’s not. I’m supposed to know when it’s not the same.
The Henchmans Party, by Joshua Jones
Lenora hates playing hostess now, trying to stretch out the dwindling supply of booze from their liquor cabinet.
The Beard, by Jeremy Hawkins
Steve’s beard first spoke to him on a spring afternoon, the first warm day of the year.
The Dude Who Almost Killed James Bond, by Elena Aponte
I have made a career out of dying. I'm a criminal again but maybe I'm smarter than all that, it's just I'm desperate.