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June 11, 2018
“Diatribe,” “Treatise,” and “To My God in His Affliction”
Diatribe When the sister becomes a burden I drop her at the railroad tracks, her head a turquoise bauble. When the sister grows too heavy I take her…
June 11, 2018
Taking a War Bride
In the summer of 1865, I sat down in a saloon in the Nebraska Territory to enjoy some whiskey and a poker game. Paintings of beautiful women were…
June 10, 2018
“Graphophobia,” “Night View,” and “One Night in the Zika Zone”
Graphophobia One night a shapeless form gathers from the dark and jabs a knife into my brain, wounding the surface of thought. I huff out breath,…
June 9, 2018
“Deterrence,” “The Empirical World,” “Gastroenteritis,” and Other Poems
Deterrence Wombats and other creatures that make their living from others have all taken over the cashiers' positions at your favorite supermarket.…
June 8, 2018
“The Rage: Carrie Two” and “Depression Screening”
The Rage: Carrie Two Why did they have to remake you? Wasn’t one pig’s blood dress enough? Tommy’s dead head over a steel bucket, dropped from the…
June 8, 2018
Protected: Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Youth
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June 7, 2018
Panama Hat
Jack Holt rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of gray work pants, a short-sleeved sports shirt he left untucked and unbuttoned over a white…
June 6, 2018
“Hell for Thoughts,” “Ten Thousand Islands,” and “Hot Hot Hot”
Hell for Thoughts Never mind time past, time present and time future are become the New Now in the electric beargarden that lies beyond the Enter…
June 6, 2018
Hurricane
Shelba and I took a trip to Mexico. We had a timeshare in Mazatlán but hadn’t been there in years, a high-rise right on the beach built by a former…
June 5, 2018
If Ghosts Could Cry
I can feel your eyes boring into me. Can’t get enough of it, can you? “Want to sit down?” I say, turning 'round. You come and stand next to me, but…