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The Friend Card
Winter has driven everyone in Portsmouth a little nuts, and Spring hasn’t been much better. I get this text: Brittany: John just broke up with me…
“The Whale,” “Five Minutes Later He Blocks Me,” “Show Me a Cliché,” and Other Poems
The Whale He’s fifty-five years of smug blubber, a bored heir to a lucky fortune who can barely walk on the vestiges of his legs bumbling in the…
Whiteworld
They are finally together. After the imperialist United States began its final purge of true dissidents, our national struggle to socialize our…
Terror House Radio, Episode #52: Excellence in Podcasting Network
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor go solo to talk about the death of Rush Limbaugh, Helen Keller trutherism, and…
Felis, Part 1
I. Now. Before the sun rises, zero hour when the operator’s blood quickens, before the first rays of light strike over the horizon, four B-1Bs taxied…
“Life,” “Poet,” “We Who Are Forever Damned,” and “Requiem”
Life And we adhere to dreams… Resonating in the blue-green veins, Neatly coiled between the Sharp-edged bones carved out Of lust and mortal needs. We…
Ruins XV
I can always tell when I’m going to get an ass-chewing from my mother (she no longer bothers beating me, as I just laugh at her while bobbing and…
“For All of the Suicides on Christmas Day,” “Fuck Yeah,” “Ascension,” and “The Man in the Wheelchair Outside of the Post Office”
For All of the Suicides on Christmas Day Feel sorry for a stray dog with a limp. Feel sorry for a cat with frostbitten ears. Feel sorry for a…
Luminaria, Chapter 7: Undercover — Farida, Part 2
It was soon thereafter I found out irrevocably that there a shipping organization---I can’t say names, for security purposes---but it was a shell…
Dead Cat Bounce
There’s four here. Ding with everyone packed into his Ford Cortina barrelling his way down the empty Fife streets far into the wee small hours. Four…
