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Middle/Post
Old Jacob was already out of his chair and shuffling towards the door by the time Mallory struck her tiny fist against the wood frame. He had spied…
“Maisie’s Mom Says,” “If I Were the Autumn Leaves,” “House of Cards,” and Other Poems
Maisie's Mom Says Words from Maisie Jean. "Mama I don't wanna do spelling and why does the cat lick to clean?" The music of her voice makes me want…
Dummy’s Dummies, Part 4
XXIX. Vincent, with stomped-on orange fright wig and other touches that made him resemble a life-size dummy, sits on a stool facing the camera. On a…
“Harbor Town in Plague Years,” “Russian Poets,” “East Liverpool, Ohio,” and “The Dead at Noon”
Harbor Town in Plague Years Scarlet, white, and green, Fluids of every shade, Mix among the crowds Swarming and teeming Towards the docks Where ships…
“Verbarian,” “Lawlessness,” “Tempus Fugit,” and Other Poems
Verbarian Slippery lovers ameliorate their omissions by catachreses or misuse of meronyms. Peddlers of phrase aren’t bucklers of breve. Anatomy of…
Alcohol Drought
It's three o'clock in the afternoon; Linda is standing outside the red wooden cottage where John and company are inside sleeping, not having awoken…
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…
