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666 John’s Apocalypse: A Cycle

I: Man Made Flesh Light made life Shapes come in Undefined and strange Until the figures change They smile through tears They laugh through pain They…


Warning Practice

The tornado siren bangs on the stale, end-of-summer humidity. The sky is so empty the blast echoes against it and empties my ears of any other sound…


Skinless

Every morning when she woke up, she found she had no skin, again. There was a thin membrane holding everything in, but not really skin. She was…


Black No Sugar

It was the Russian folk music. Sure, people thought my mom was crazy, but they didn’t understand. You had to be there to understand. I was there. Dad…


“Aurora Taboo,” “On Humes,” “On Our Knees,” and Other Poems

Aurora Taboo Believing is seeing, they say…we are awash in strident belief, a belief scape, hogwash heaven. Each bears a haughty pout. There is no…


The Ambush, Part 7: The Form and the Substance

I’m getting drowsy, so I dowse the lights and lie there, staring off into the slats of light cast against the walls. As I’m just about to doze off,…


“Blues in D,” “Pooling,” “Floating Woman,” and Other Poems

Blues in D D for destruction? D for demoralized? Can’t decide which blues. Maybe it’s the no-room-in-the-city blues. Or a…


Rabid

Joe Barkin sat on the park bench, his hands resting on the warm wood, as a soft breeze blew over his face. His two-year-old son Mikey waddled around…


“The Only One Worth Loving Ushers in a Saturated Saturday on Sauvie Island,” “The Social Fabric Groans on Boones Ferry Road,” and “When Egon Schiele Stops the Moon and Danube River, Patience Can’t Sit Still”

The Only One Worth Loving Ushers in a Saturated Saturday on Sauvie Island “Indeed, it is from such studies---from the experience of others---that…


The Shadow Men, Part 4 — Excerpt 3

The rendezvous point was in the downtown district at an old automobile factory. The location had been chosen for its large space, suitable defenses,…