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Paranoia, Like Violence, is Always Justified

Perfectly Silent but something’s unstill A motion unseen, only felt by the skilled A twitch--- A turn This is a dance No one feels safe but there’s…


Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Part 2

My parents had a lot of Jewish friends, and so did I. In fact, I was taken to school throughout my childhood in a carpool made up of Jewish kids. Our…


Trumpet Screams

Trumpet Screams told to be silent             So we sit silent…


Tough

Years ago, I was a great fan of Mickey Spillane. Mike Hammer was the toughest dude ever to hit the literary scene. Could anybody ever be tougher?…


“Gamification of Pain” and “Fruition”

Gamification of Pain Currency that survives the washing machine, a crumpled scroll in the back pocket of jeans that appends your flash fiction in the…


NEET, Part 6

XLV. When Ben got home, all he wanted was to smoke and get high. He had to think about things, replay every moment of the therapy session until it…


The Axeman Cometh

The back lane between Melcombe Avenue and Winter Lane has always been home to an axe murderer. The news don't report on it, but I know. Oh yes, I……


Lunatic Asylum

“Another pint of Davenport’s and a Bushmills chaser please, Steve,” said Mickey as “My Little Son (England’s Motorway)” by the Dubliners played on…


Post-Einstein Bagels

In this morning, I was accompanied by the sight of two cardinals cycling the air, like blushed-red in aerial view, and the sound of gravity at work,…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Sorry

Hi beautiful, Sometimes I am just overwhelmed with how bad I feel about everything regarding us and our end. It’s weird, really. A few times a day, I…