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Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Crying” and “Reactions”

Crying You cried a lot during our two years together. Girls are like that: they cry a lot. I feel bad about basically every time you cried. Going…


The Blood

(in memory of Edgar Allan Poe) A pool of blood from the battlefield congealed enough to stand "Revenge!" it cried and gripped a sword still held by a…


Bastard of 1952

Marin’s fingers fiddled with the white buttons running the length of the blue dress. White satin would have been her first choice before the other…


“A Geography of Friendship,” “Menus,” “Erect on Demand,” and Other Poems

A Geography of Friendship We are approaching new terrain, the darkened forests left far behind. On the right, one eyes a drop of several hundred…


Deserted But Not Abandoned, Part 1

I. The courtyard is covered in dust. Beyond the chainlink fence stands rows of F-15 fighter jets. The Bengali movers lounge under the only tree that…


“The Whistling Man,” “Black and White,” and “Soldier”

The Whistling Man Nobody knows what I did just five minutes ago and now I walk down the street and nobody knows ahead of me a well-dressed couple…


Blood Knot, Part 1

I. The pungent stench of urine mixed with the sweet scent of the bus’s engine exhaust sobered a mind drowning in worries and daydreams of a full…


Seattle Nice

“You want another drink, boss?” Clyde could tell just by the way the man grinned at him from the opposite side of the bar counter that he wasn’t a…


“Grandchild” and “Where God Stores Miscarried Souls”

Grandchild ---accurate in each fact Her birth tickled pink her four grandmothers. She was their first grandchild, their baby girl. Many hands…


“Strangers in the Sheets,” “Ode to the Deadlift,” “Sin-der,” and “Wedding Cake Foul”

Strangers in the Sheets And if we passed would you stop to say hello? Would I in turn not simply go? There but for the Grace... Of some forgotten…