Author: Charles Metzner

The E-in-C for Corner Bar Magazine sent this to me in reaction to the submission of my novelette, Desanctified, and I liked his flattery, so I held on to it. Dear Mr. Metzner – thank you for sharing your work with us.  If it is still available, I would like to publish “Desanctified” in Corner Bar…

The key of B flat whistled from the EKG. The resident surgeon looked first at the nurse holding the paddles, then up at the bright fluorescence, and finally back down at her patient. “Dio.” It was her fifth discharge at 360 joules six minutes past flatline. She’d already used the adrenaline and atropine subdermals. The…

Good morning Hebes and Goyim alike. I’m your host, Charles Metzner.

Twenty-six lines about twenty-six souls, A twenty-year old stuck in twenty-six holes. Twenty-six lifelines cut way too short. Twenty-six pages of police report. Twenty six-year-old lives down the drain. Twenty-six in the Senate could’ve ended some pain. But filibuster cluster-fucked that hallowed hall. Transgression of few meant regression for all. So some twenty-six lives would be all…

Packrat Scuttered from the gutter and into the street,Scuttered from the street and into the bush,Scuttered from the bush and into the house,Scuttered from the house with a bauble or two. Cheap to find, expensive to buy,Buy low, sell high.Sell one bauble, find a rat,Find one rat and you’ve found the pack. And now the rat has…

My life has taken another turn again. The days move along with regularity, one day indistinguishable from the next, a long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change. — Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver 2025 – Today. A fist pounds my locker closed just as I was opening it, and I was reminded of my…