The Setting Sun by Nathaniel McKowen

My dad’s van was gunmetal grey. We had dubbed it the “Dutch Oven” because it had no AC, and the windows didn’t roll down.…

Mutant Monkey Love by Nathaniel McKowen

I wonder if monkeys get nervous when they first meet other monkeys. To a certain degree, I imagine - a primal response, nothing near…

Jasmine & Burnt Hot Dogs by Nathaniel McKowen

That insatiable beast within me—that has no name except emptiness, or need, or perhaps longing, since that sounds more romantic—feasted on my guts and…
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