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The Busker

The shop sold incense and crystals, Native American flutes, and roughhewn natural clothing of no particular shape. The incense was overpowering. My…


Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

Alice was glad to get back to her secluded sylvan cottage now that her week was at an end. Tom, the outside package deliveryman for the Braille…


“Give Back the Day,” “Poetique Voyage,” and “The Glory of the Rush”

Give Back the Day Yesterday, the day was all mine. It brushed against my skin And penetrated my innermost self. It climbed into my body and took…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: On Piss

Piss is interesting, to say the least. In terms of perversions, it’s a cross between assholes and slapping. Slapping is a two-way street. Slapping…


Grounds

When Lori makes her second pot of coffee on Tuesday, she notices that she always refills the glass canister of grounds when it is only half empty. So…


“At the Speed of Light,” “The Wax Museum,” and “Grappling Gods”

At the Speed of Light The consciousness of the universe surrounds us all as though our heads were hives as billions of bees buzz round and round…


Deserted But Not Abandoned, Part 2

III. So it goes. We are nobodies who have nothing, we little teachers, but in the order of things, we always have more than our servants. If we make…


Blood Knot, Part 2

III. The flap of her trench coat flogging her hamstrings and the clicking of her high heels, interjected by the occasional car horn, orchestrated…


“Avihs || Vishnu,” “Charges,” “Modern Metaphysics,” and Other Poems

Avihs || Vishnu Mornings || they disperse || beyond || the corn…


You Have a Mushroom Infection

Don’t get me wrong: I love border towns. Places that straddle a frontier are more honest than anywhere else in the country. Cities on the boundary…