2013 Flash Contest w/ Guest Judge Stephen Graham Jones!

In less than 10 hours, Cease, Cows will open its first themed flash contest! We are soooo excited to announce that Stephen Graham Jones, author of Zombie Sharks with Metal Teeth and Flushboy, has agreed to guest judge! If you don’t know who SGJ is, then crawl out from under your rock and get thee to his…

Knots by Gwen Beatty

We would drive until we hit dead ends. The point was to get lost, really, but we could never shake the city lights in our rearview. When Davey dropped out of college he told everyone he was training to be a professional wrestler because he didn’t want to admit he’d turned to relentless day drinking,…

Night 17 by Sam Martone

A new moon’s walk home. My flashlight’s flashing light. We spent the last few hours a pasture away from camp, sitting around a fire with other counselors daring enough to sneak out, drinking whiskey from paper cups and lukewarm beer someone had been keeping in the trunk of a car. Now, you and I are…

Party with Artists by Leonard Kress

Several men check their Blackberries for scores—Ohio State and whoever—so they fail to notice the girl who’s less than half their age, as she lowers herself to the couch and falls asleep. One of her arms dangles and her fingers splay over the edge and grasp at the carpet. If the dog chained outside the…

Unaging Photos by Nathaniel Tower

I used to photograph girls back in the 80s when it was still about novelty and vanity. My studio was a shaded bench hugging the lesser-traveled trail of an oft-visited park. There my old Hasselblad captured girls who were beautiful in their own ways. They had kinks in their backs and lopsided noses. Bodies strewn with curves…

Smudged by Wendy Taylor Carlisle

Fawn dead on the roadside, a grille sacrifice, “they jump right at you,” Larry says, who knows about deer and also that there are coon here although I don’t see them or the buck since the dogs came to live with us but nothing spooks the armadillo, shuffling into the brush, proto-brain signaling hunger, scythe claws at the…

How To Starve by Melissa Prunty Kemp

Take three weeks before departure to practice. It could be mid-summer squash harvest, or time for shucking summer peas. The runts and droppings would have been added to a dinner soup. Smell the boiling pork scraps saved for the first pot swirling among aromas of green. Then ladle this premature harvest into the largest gourds and pray thanks,…

Two Poems by Susan Yount

After Icarus Fell, after Pieter Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus 1560 oil on canvas 28.9 in × 44 in our ships would never dock. When no one on the island seemed to notice, we thought them all dead. On Sundays, we’d trade women. On Mondays, we’d wake drowning. On Tuesdays, we’d spin in the sea,…