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Food for Thought

As a young expatriate girl in the Middle East, I waited for the weekends with inexplicable anticipation. I’d spend the whole of the week conjuring up…


A Visit from Stuntman Steve

Steve, a professional stuntman, and his manager Desmond were driving through the city in Desmond’s 2011 four-door-extended Jeep Wrangler en route to…


“Citysummerscape,” “Bad Name,” and “Cleaning House”

Citysummerscape Sun shower, concrete haze, umbrella dance routines, sandblasted day dreams. Rain-bowed hypodermic, needles intravenous from Mars, too…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Bedtime

I sent this to you and you didn't like it. People always say that no matter what, your parents will support your art. But ironically, that isn't true…


Louche Empire

He sniffs his fingers and eyes the waiter. Our church has no bells. They call it virtue signaling, this thirst for recognition. What is this hunger?…


The Muse

Music: that's what this was all about. That's why I currently find myself staring blankly at nothing in particular on this dismal, gray, post-Soviet…


“Desperation,” “Hiding the End,” “Limitless,” and Other Photos

Desperation Hiding the End Limitless To the Mystery Who Really Know!


Dummy’s Dummies, Part 3

XIX. Vincent, appearing stressed out, stands on the sidewalk in front of an elementary school. Children swarm past him onto waiting buses. Colin…


“Pluto Girl,” “Stars in My Eyes,” and “Diss Track in the Key of Childish Poet”

Pluto Girl Pluto Girl sings only songs without words. She lives in the far corner of space surrounded by rocks and ice. She is queen of the Unnamed.…


I’m Certain the Sun Will Shine

I looked down at the old woman with her Einstein-like hair resting on the top half of the pillow, her wrinkled eyelids loosely closed in a deep and…