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June 26, 2018
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…
June 25, 2018
“Avihs || Vishnu,” “Charges,” “Modern Metaphysics,” and Other Poems
Avihs || Vishnu Mornings || they disperse || beyond || the corn…
June 25, 2018
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…
June 24, 2018
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…
June 23, 2018
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…
June 22, 2018
“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…
June 22, 2018
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…
June 21, 2018
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…
June 21, 2018
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…
June 20, 2018
“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…