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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…
Frontier Justice
He had to go. You’ll see. We don’t often say things like this, but in Silver’s case, one was dealing with damaged goods intent on doing further…
Erotic Lycanthropy
The full moon shined down upon me in the humble back alley I currently occupied. It is beautiful in its austere, cold manner, but a full moon on a…
“Weather Not Permitting,” “Cat Lady,” and “Hometown, Ghost Town”
Weather Not Permitting The air is marbled with smoke The cremation of us all into clouds Us all raining down on our own parades By whatever means…
