Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks, by Jennifer Sears
A glossy black car speeds quickly down Highway 24, southwest of Boston. In the front passenger seat, a man dressed like Batman curses at a driver dressed like Robin. Large pink letters painted across both sides of the car read, “Hanky’s Panky Entertainment Services” and below that, “Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks,” and then inred caps, “Boston’s Best in Balloons!”
The Outer Reaches of Love, by JP Kemmick
He's holding up a pad and pen on which he's written, “I miss you.” He's flying alongside the space shuttle, matching its seventeen thousand miles per hour as it orbits Earth like a singular, misplaced electron, his cape motionless in the void of space, a little adorable half-smile on his face.
Five Poems, by Jeannine Hall Gailey
For the Love of Ivy
(Poison Ivy Leaves a Note for Batman in the Wake of Another Apocalypse Attempt)
You can see, can’t you, the appeal of such a world – lush with growth,
Supergirl, by Eric Freeze
Gamma Ray Exposure
Actual Result: Headache, shortness of breath, stiffness in joints, liver damage, loose stool, impotence.
Comic Book Result: increased size and strength, greenish hue to skin
Alter Ego Monologues, by Dante Di Stefano
Clark Kent’s Guide to Authorship, Readership, Text, and Existence
Honestly, I’m embarrassed when somebody calls me Superman because I’m not that great and most of my heroics are egotistical acts of self-dramatization. I hate wearing tights and I eschew the red, white, and blue, although some misguided souls equateme with cold war notions of patriotism.
When the Bookmobile Lady Drives Down Your Street, by Colleen Michaels
When the bookmobile lady drives down your street
consider her to be behind the controls of an invisible plane.
Sharpen your sight and shout Shazamm!