Baby Smith by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Baby Smith The package from the Hudson’s Bay Company arrives by Purolator and the misses opens it up with a rusted green box cutter. Inside is a pair of wool baby mittens with little Canadian flags on them, a Gund Continue reading Baby Smith by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Thing for the Ladies by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Thing for the Ladies My father had a thing for the ladies. The barely legal Asian schoolgirl ladies on the computer. And when he went Saturday grocery shopping with my mother each weekend I tried to find his ladies Continue reading A Thing for the Ladies by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? I plead the belly too. With no idea how it got there but Defoe found the loophole. It could have been beer, genetics, a high sodium diet, who knows? Continue reading Moll Flanders Never Made a Sex Tape so Why Should I? by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Tarot Reading, New Orleans by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Tarot Reading, New Orleans You go for a tarot reading with the missus in the city and they never play the death card once in a racket built on repeat customers and tips no one ever dies always something good Continue reading Tarot Reading, New Orleans by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Lint Roller by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Lint Roller He felt funny the same way comedians imagine themselves. Stumbling down the street in another man’s pants. Vomiting into his chest hair he fell to the curb and let out a single strange moan. The voice was not Continue reading Lint Roller by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ventriloquism Talks to the Hand by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ventriloquism Talks to the Hand Fake pregnancies and flavour enhancers. Carcinogens in the broom closet. They can fix the 1919 World Series but do nothing about their hair. I don’t ask any questions because I know the answers are beyond Continue reading Ventriloquism Talks to the Hand by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Man Who Was Perfume by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Man Who Was Perfume obligation more than horses saddled, and he walked into the shop where they sold perfume and he strolled right past the saleslady and found his favourite scent dog-sniffing around the neck of the bottle for Continue reading The Man Who Was Perfume by Ryan Quinn Flanagan