PseudoPod 003: Little Boy Leg Bone


Little Boy Leg Bone

by Richard Warren


And Myrriden watched, perched on the dresser. Jack saw him through the corner of his eye. A tall man, tall like Daddy, but his legs and arms weren’t right–long and thin, they reminded Jack of spiders.

Myrriden held a flute to his lips. White, bone white. A leg bone, Jack knew that. Little Boy Leg Bone. The soft music sounded like wind through dry leaves and the distant cry of dogs. It made Jack’s shins ache.

Flash: Your Shoes


Your Shoes

By Bev Vincent

Music by Randy Garcia


My chest is heavy, hair brushes against my neck in an unfamiliar way, and my groin… Through the unaccustomed daze, a terrible comprehension floods my mind. I throw back the sheet to reveal a body I’m used to looking at from a different perspective.

PseudoPod 002: Good Advice


Good Advice

by Richard E. Dansky


“You got beaten up a lot as a kid, didn’t you?”

That’s what Jerry Brower asked me, and the entire Central Carolina Writers’ Workshop burst into nervous laughter.

I looked up from the short sketch I’d been reading from and turned to face my questioner. Jerry Brower sat at the end of the table, down past a gauntlet of laughing faces. He, at least, wasn’t laughing, and for that I was silently, desperately grateful. I nodded to him, slowly.

He nodded back. The laughter stopped.

Flash: Waiting Up for Father

Show Notes

music by Instant Ambient (a side project of The Secret Life)


Waiting Up for Father

by Greg van Eekhout


Jars line shelves like delicacies in a shop.

Hands clutch brown water.

Eyes and ears and tongues bob lazily in their containers.

Testicles lie shriveled against cold glass.

I have seen these things many times in many ways.