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Terror House Radio, Episode #53: Spectres of Walmart (with Patrick Kilgore)
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney welcomes Patrick Kilgore to the show to discuss his poetry chapbook Spectres of Saturn,…
Felis, Part 2
VII. The up-armored National Guard Humvee trundled along the blast-pocked city streets. Dimitri rode in Gomez’ lap looking around at the buildings…
Ruins XVI
It was another fucking dull night, nothing happening, so we decided to hurl eggs at things, this being our sort of default activity in the absence of…
“Grand Canyon,” “Just Desserts,” “In China, Bathrooms Have No Stalls,” and Other Poems
Grand Canyon Men I know have given up. We are all told it is biological. Our bodies know the difference. Titty-bars attract the most. My best friend…
Luminaria, Chapter 8: Lights, Camera, Action — Jessica, Part 1
“Baby, are you ready?” No answer. “Baby?” This was beyond tedious. He’d been in the bathroom now for three hours. I banged on the door. “We have to…
“Every Sense of Reality,” “Worth the Pain Anymore,” and “That Sad Sack of Life”
every sense of reality these are the days where i realize i didn’t do enough drugs in my life didn’t open my third eye wide enough to drain every…
Front Line
“It’s dark inside my skin, you promised to be my light.” This is the text message alert I sent myself today when I set my alarm on my phone. It is a…
What Do the Friar and the Lord Priest Wear Under the Cassock?
My mother, with love like a chicken Brought me to the Segovia Seminary on a she donkey. My mother said to my father: -Husband, give the she donkey,…
The Dragonfly
“Kids!” Katie motioned to get the second graders’ attention. “Look at this.” She held up a glass canning jar with a dragonfly in it and listened to…
Monte Alban
Valentina was unusual; she had it all. When she whistled, Sniper sat up and begged. Sniper did a few minor masonry jobs, shot a mean game of snooker,…
