Best Man in a Leading Role by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Best Man in a Leading Role I walk by the movie theatre now. Video evidence no longer interests me. Especially at those prices. Popcorn caught between the teeth and aching. The last time I went, a group of drunk girls Continue reading Best Man in a Leading Role by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled You grew up on all the same bullshit I did. At least some of it: King Kong Bundy, Big John Studd, Randy Macho Man Savage…Hulk Hogan ripping yellow shirts to I’m a Continue reading Wrestling is Fake Unless You Are the Wrestled by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Death of a Saleswoman Of course Arthur Miller couldn’t stay with Marilyn. He told her she was the saddest woman he had ever met. Then he wrote it into the script of The Misfits as though she hadn’t heard him Continue reading Death of a Saleswoman by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Madman of Coyote Island by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Madman of Coyote Island (for John Patrick Robbins) It is not often that you come across such a good writer who also happens to be an even better drinker, but that is what they have with the madman of Continue reading The Madman of Coyote Island by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Another Would-Be Writer Goes to Los Angeles by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Another Would-Be Writer Goes to Los Angeles Go for broke. Going out of business. Everything up to 70% off. You’ve seen the signs, this is not simple clairvoyance. Romania is a real country even though it sounds more like a Continue reading Another Would-Be Writer Goes to Los Angeles by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Harvey Weinstein Jerks Off In New York Restaurants by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Harvey Weinstein Jerks Off In New York Restaurants according to this journalist who claims he forced her to watch him ejaculate into a potted plant and I feel bad for the plant right away all green and leafy and stoic Continue reading Harvey Weinstein Jerks Off In New York Restaurants by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Silver Tongues by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Silver Tongues Well after midnight in a smoked meat delicatessen with a fleeing Jewish name I sit by the window and imagine starting over again, the cake of my first birthday a completely different colour, this cold dark tea in Continue reading Silver Tongues by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms I have behaved terribly, pulled fingernails for some of the best sadists in the land rubbed my eyes of many hours of crusted sleep so the carnage could continue and the cable splicers are just Continue reading Private Contractors in Public Bathrooms by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Skanks in Spanx by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Skanks in Spanx She said Harmony was coming over and I moaned because I remembered Harmony and could not take any more of that one love feel good far east bullshit. As though the Silk Road ran right through my Continue reading Skanks in Spanx by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Howler for K. W. Peery He writes the words to the music and the words to the words a Midwest howler sure as Kerouac on his way to the maddening swirl. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian born author presently Continue reading Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan