Jimmy Snuka Loves the World, by Daniel Romo
I stood on the edge of my bed—ready to leap,
sign language I love you inches from the ceiling
declaring that my descent was more than simply
mimicking my favorite wrestler’s finishing move.
More than a haphazard crashing down onto my
younger brother.
Demolition, by Ryan Murphy
It took me beating my dad at ping-pong to realize that Demolition were just a couple of middle-aged fat guys in S&M gear.
May 13, 2014, the Order of Elimination: Lessons Learned from the 1988 WWF Royal Rumble Match, by Todd Kaneko
20. ‘The Natural’ Butch Reed
We have come to watch the Royal Rumble, the ultimate battle royal, and you are a natural warrior. We have come to see twenty men take a beating and your body is chiseled from dark marble, your fists swinging like wrecking balls.
The Kid Before the Heartbreak, by Amy Rossi
I’m only going to let you down.
He said this before he even had a second drink. I was walking toward the jukebox, and I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. But when I turned back toward the sound of his voice – deep, with a Texan edge – he was looking right at me.
Meeting Moolah, by Jeannine Mjoseth
After 12 hours of fast food and freeways, I reached the outskirts of Columbia, South Carolina. I pulled over to the side of the road and checked my map. This couldn't be right. No way a professional lady wrestler's school would be stuck in a little suburban neighborhood like this. But there it was, amidst the single-story ranchers, the block-long Moolah Drive.
Captain Lou, by Rob MacDonald
A rainbow of rubberbands
twisted into your beard,
you housebroke
George “The Animal” Steele,
1985, by Aaron Burch
Vernon “Ernie” Cervid turned five years old.
By the Chinese zodiac, the Year of the Ox. Ronald Reagan was sworn in for his second term as president.
Boundless, by Kristin Culotta
Please proceed, Governor.
--Barack Obama
Gentlemen, come on and spread the wealth.
Pass those bills and then we’ll pass around
our binders full of women on the shelf.
ΕΝΈΡΓΕΙΑ*, by Eleanor Levine
muscles cut from
Michelangelo’s David
and Plato’s retreat
in a symposium
of Greek boys
and Oxford dons
An English Teacher Critiques the 9/11 Report, by Kristin Ruth Bratt
This essay has a lot going
for it: clear and cogent details,
story arc convinces, prevails
over lost fragments, arguing
well enough.
Haiku Republicans, by Steven Rugel
loveth thy neighbor
but not as much as yourself!
christ was no commie
Senator, Senator, by Molly Patterson
It was a scandal and he was guilty, and it would follow the Washington script—the leak, the investigation, the camera flashes.
“Deny everything,” Senator Rockwell’s advisors told him when the first word came in.
From the editor, by Susan Muaddi-Darraj
I think it's cute when people make a special move to inform themselves about politics. When being informed about the state of the country and the world requires an investment of their time.
Drinking in Parking Lots, by Aaron Burch
She liked drinking in parking lots, that was my favorite thing about her. We’d go to the liquor store and buy a case of beer, or a fifth of whiskey, or a bottle of wine, or a box of wine, or sometimes even champagne, or other times a random assortment of those small, single-serving, airport-sized bottles of whatever they kept at the counter.
Best Features, by Roxane Gay
Marcy is fat and ugly but she gives good head so she rarely sleeps alone which is not to say she’s not lonely. Marcy is not, in fact, ugly, but she might as well be.
Punch Out, by Brian Oliu
Come in close and I will teach you a lesson. You will fall down. They will swing-shoulder to arm to hand, and it will strike you on the cheek. Your neck will spin backwards like the woman’s hair in the second row. Get up. They will blink. Their eye might sparkle. They might open their mouth.