While I was growing up, my parents were very particular about food, but also quite practical. My father did most of the grocery shopping at our neighborhood Safeway in Washington, D.C., and he often purchased the house brand. At the time, the supermarkets didn’t want to put their own name on most of their in-house

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It happens on the Summer Solstice, unfolding quietly during the night, while most people sleep peacefully. No one sees a thing. To the wary night-owls manning convenience store registers nothing is amiss. Cabbies continue to ply their trade, unloading drunks from their cars without interruption. The world’s most advanced radars and missile defense systems sleep

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My name is Rod. I’m an Assistant Manager at a fast food restaurant, and worked there for nearly five years. I’m a natural study of human nature. Thus, I find this place interesting. Or rather, more accurately, I find the occasional parade of characters sometimes curious, disturbing, and amusing. Curious: I have a regular who

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———— Bob Cohen (aka Trebor Nehoc) is a writer living in NYC. His latest book is Scurvy Dogs, Green Water & Gunsmoke: Fifty Years in US Navy Destroyers (Oak Tree, 2008).

Welcome to the June 2009 issue of Defenestration, also known as “VI.VIII,” also known as “Poetry and Prose and Zombies.” Or something like that. There is definitely poetry, there is definitely prose, and there are definitely zombies. Not everywhere, mind you, but rather sprinkled here and there like chocolate chips atop a scoop of vanilla

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