Catch-539 by Shawn Misener He liked to imagine that his skin was made of glass and never to be touched. He left his subterranean apartment only for cigarettes and microwavable meals. He read and re-read a dogeared copy of Catch-22 until all of the pages fell out, and from those yellowed pages he glued together […]


33 by Shawn Misener Instead of careening into a mid-life crisis I found myself thinned out and spiraling through a neon pharmacy sign. You all wished me well and I never looked back. There were aliens hovering over the apartment complex and strange men taking photos then running away before I could catch them, but […]