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Frontier Justice

He had to go. You’ll see. We don’t often say things like this, but in Silver’s case, one was dealing with damaged goods intent on doing further…


Erotic Lycanthropy

The full moon shined down upon me in the humble back alley I currently occupied. It is beautiful in its austere, cold manner, but a full moon on a…


“Weather Not Permitting,” “Cat Lady,” and “Hometown, Ghost Town”

Weather Not Permitting The air is marbled with smoke The cremation of us all into clouds Us all raining down on our own parades By whatever means…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Crying” and “Reactions”

Crying You cried a lot during our two years together. Girls are like that: they cry a lot. I feel bad about basically every time you cried. Going…


The Blood

(in memory of Edgar Allan Poe) A pool of blood from the battlefield congealed enough to stand "Revenge!" it cried and gripped a sword still held by a…


Bastard of 1952

Marin’s fingers fiddled with the white buttons running the length of the blue dress. White satin would have been her first choice before the other…


“A Geography of Friendship,” “Menus,” “Erect on Demand,” and Other Poems

A Geography of Friendship We are approaching new terrain, the darkened forests left far behind. On the right, one eyes a drop of several hundred…


Deserted But Not Abandoned, Part 1

I. The courtyard is covered in dust. Beyond the chainlink fence stands rows of F-15 fighter jets. The Bengali movers lounge under the only tree that…


“The Whistling Man,” “Black and White,” and “Soldier”

The Whistling Man Nobody knows what I did just five minutes ago and now I walk down the street and nobody knows ahead of me a well-dressed couple…


Blood Knot, Part 1

I. The pungent stench of urine mixed with the sweet scent of the bus’s engine exhaust sobered a mind drowning in worries and daydreams of a full…