Author: Director

Short Fiction
Druther Monkard
I believe that over time, stories become truths. Original realities confused and mainly removed. Hyped and transformed into more fantastical versions and forms, the more times they are spun. I’m guilty of this too, turning the most embarrassing things I have done, where...

Poetry
Name
hushed confessions screamed into the pillow each night before you cry yourself to sleep . no one wants to become the crusty old man . it’s much more romantic to die young, full of promise and potential . but on the other side of those myths are nothing . a vast crease of...

Short Fiction
Jim Meirose
Cassie Bash told me that on vacation she and hers were in the town square, out Bath England, we think, milling the small square outside the roman show. Eh okay, but we’re just about there. Hold it, slow down—I got to watch...

Poetry
David Piersol
Dear Georges, Dearest sweet mystic of mine, you saint. My boy Venus, philosopher of purest love. I’m cute so you’ll feed me lesser animals, & that makes you the animal-killer here. You talk about “violating” this or that, but you’ve got it backward: killing...

Flash Fiction
Mark McConville
Rampant murder scenes and dreams flood her mind. The clock is ticking, which is a sickening sound like that sound when you hear your heartbeat through the pillow at night. She’s writing down her feelings of despair on crisp white paper....

Poetry
Kurt Newton
ROBERT lies behind leaves and grass. I drive by on my way to work and offer a glance. ROBERT lies beyond the pavement's edge, at the foot of a stone outcropping— a natural shelter from the rain. It used to be I’d wonder who ROBERT was and who...

Editorial
Dear Patrons of The Scum Gentry Subversive Propaganda Machine, please allow me—your hunched editor-in-chief behind the scenes—to be myself for a change and disperse of the usual whimsical and hallucinatory playacting fare that has up until now characterized most of our editorials sent directly...

Short Fiction
Peter Tammer
When she awoke that bright and sparkling morning Beauty knew it was D-Day. She was in the foulest of moods. She wanted to scream. She wanted to swear. She had never sworn in her life before this day and now she...

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
In memoriam Tin Man Ó’Tuathail esteemed literary critic & political commentator . You weren’t, like others, born of Babycham and contraceptive malfunction but emerged fully realised —someone else’s brilliant idea— during an editorial conference of a magazine that went on to be important; your hands clean as mild green Fairy...

Save Your Soul
The Southern Fold
Song of the Week 24/11/19
A deep-fried serving of southern-gothic soul comes courtesy of Kilkenny alt-blues rocker The Southern Fold. Taken from their new album "Bible Fear"—soaked in smooth, plaintive harmonies and finger-lickin’ electrified country-blues picking—"Save Your Soul" is...