Love is a putrid open wound. It’s fun to look at, but it gets in the way of things. I’ve listened to Whitesnake more times in the past seven months than I’ve written. I can’t find anything unique...

Life is getting too strange for me. People are getting washed away in minivans, the atmosphere is opening wide, and our leaders are high-fiving Nazis to the sound of weeping mothers. It all feels like...

I was walking down the streets of downtown Asheville, N.C., with my mom, grandma, sister and niece. People were flicking between stores like cigarette butts, and some guys were dancing in the park, when...

I used to work at my family’s gas station in a town a few miles from here. For quite a while I worked mornings, serving coffee and cigarettes to the men who spent their days driving through town, hunting...

The first Judas Goat open mic of the semester was held on Wednesday, Oct. 12 at Miss Molly’s Coffee. The Judas Goat is a literary magazine composed of original fiction, creative non-fiction, poetry...

The neighbor’s dog is defecating on our back lawn again. It’s a huge dog, could probably take me down in a heartbeat, and it kicks at the grass before it runs off into the great unknown. I’m not...