Bear Kosik is the (co-)author of four novels. His short stories, poetry, and essays have been published by Third Flatiron Press, River & South Review, Calliope, Silver Streams, Weasel Press, and others. Bear also writes stage plays, six of which have been produced in Manhattan, and screenplays, which have garnered more than ten laurels since […]
Artist’s statement: This photo was part of a series in which I integrated three tiny pocket mirrors to play with the idea of refraction. When brainstorming objects that might be dynamic at different angles, I spied a lily and a mirrored, sequin mermaid pillow. Immediately, I set to work combining and recombining and angling the […]
Artist’s statement: This photo was part of a series in which I integrated three tiny pocket mirrors to play with the idea of refraction. When brainstorming objects that might be dynamic at different angles, I spied a lily and a mirrored, sequin mermaid pillow. Immediately, I set to work combining and recombining and angling the […]
David Carter walks down the street when the building overlooking him says, “Fuck off.” He tells it sorry, drops his eyes to the ground, and keeps walking. The sidewalk asks what he’s looking at so David Carter closes his eyes and tries to cross the street. A car hits him. His head splits. He dies. […]
For Edward Abbey and Thoreau, who have been with me on many walks. I am attempting to perfect the art of walking. It has been a lifelong journey of trial and error. I walk perfectly fine, but the art of walking I have yet to master, or quite determine what encompasses this aspect of walking. […]
Sgt. Tulley squinted at his watch, equal parts curio and cipher. He studied the obstinate object until it finally relinquished meaning. It meant 0600, and 0600 meant 0600 should have happened at least five mikes ago. He duly made the morning rounds, rousing his squad, which was tasked to detainee guard detail. […]
I walked into Wilcox’s hotel room and there was a man tied up on the bed, hands roped behind his back, legs bound so tightly together his bare feet had started to turn purple. He lay atop the sheets in his underwear, twisting back and forth, flopping like a landlocked fish, until he saw me […]
My brother loved bones. George collected pictures of skeletons from archaeological digs, some cobbled together like a child’s art project, some whole and more recent. He’d curated hundreds—cut from magazines, copied from library books, printed from the internet—and carried them everywhere. He could tell you where the largest human skeleton was found (Bulgaria) and the […]
I thought I was falling in love one summer, but I was only getting addicted to cigarettes. The guy, he gave me a Parliament every time we took a break at the restaurant where we both worked. All the ways I got excited when he’d catch my eye and tilt his head toward the back […]
Characters: HOOD: A teenage girl. Wearing a big, impressive red cloak, has lots of daggers strapped all over her, complete with a sword in a sheath at her side, and a shield. Has a piercing or two in her lip. BRICK: A teenage boy. Wears lots of pink and reddish brown. Wears overalls with a […]
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