Brad Zellar

It was hogwash, if you really want to know the long and short of it. Pure and utter hogwash. He knew damn well that he had better words than the words he’d been spitting at the world. He believed all sorts of decent things that, for some reason he couldn’t entirely understand, he wasn’t willing … Read more

Dear Sirs, I never asked for your treatise. Your recent manifesto bored me to tears. Every one of your manifestos, in fact, has landed unwelcome on my doorstep. No man over the age of twenty-five should write a manifesto. After that it’s just too fucking late. I want you to know that I haven’t forgotten … Read more

The hostile colonization is now almost complete, my skull reduced to one more cluttered victim of American conquest and imperialism. I close my eyes and I still see giant petroleum and fast food logos, neon beer signs, beautiful celebrities. I hear voices that should not be familiar, the voices of complete strangers that someone has … Read more

I hear my son scraping away at his electric guitar in his bedroom across the hall, writing songs about girls who will not look his way. I often lie awake long into the night, listening to my son’s sleepless labors. My wife left me some years ago, and took with her our two daughters. My … Read more

Shit blew up and shit fell down. The wind raged for days and it rained for weeks on end. The water rose and swept stuff away. When the water finally receded, the sun broke through the clouds and the clouds dissipated and the sun blazed like an angry thing and the river evaporated and the … Read more