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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How I love guacamole salad this murky mucky marvel to eat is to imbibe Great green gobs of avocado add onions to create a dubious delight Admittedly it is the ugliest of foods in name and in appearance The ignorant may hesitate to part their lips and give it clearance But those who know will

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