The Unpublishable

Magic Soup by Bobby Derie It emerged from the depths, smooth as an egg, pale lavender shading to dun, dripping and draped with bits of sogg...

The Tithe by Bobby Derie Down in Corn Rock, the first pregnancy in a girl's life is a solemn occasion. I say a girl, because most of...

A Sending of Bricks by Bobby Derie That there are powers beyond my senses and conception, I take for granted. Only a fool would argue agai...

The Measure of a Man by Bobby Derie Overhead, the green sun burned. On the ground, two men fought. One was a little taller, a bit more broa...

Too Cold For Beer by Bobby Derie It was too cold for beer. Alice had the bright idea of keeping them in the salt water tank. As the tem...

Starland by Bobby Derie In west Texas, ride on into the sunset. Off of the roads, towards the distant mountains. Through the broken fence an...

Curb Stomp by Bobby Derie My lips have tasted gorgondy I have know the embrace of Shambleau I have gazed awhile at an original Pickman ...