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“Does it Need a Title?”, “Street Theatre,” “Literary Property,” and Other Poems

Does it Need a Title? There is nothing sadder than an old elephant at the zoo. All alone, the color of tarmac; a gigantic mouse behind bars. She…


My Sexual Awakening (Featuring Reza Aslan)

i was a mere eighteen years old when i first fucked. it was a truly amazing experience at first. however, the monotony of beautiful women throwing…


“The Transgressionist,” “Girl in the Full Metal Jacket,” and “The Magician’s Assistant Throws Down on the Slut Shamers”

The Transgressionist Just before you've just about had enough of me--- poof. I'll be gone two days before you call me, three days before you call me…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 2

Bus 1304, 10:30 PM, January 4, 2011---4:05 PM, January 5, 2011 I woke up in Portland on the front bus seat, missing my four front teeth. I suppose at…


Forgotten Flanders Fields: A Review of They Shall Not Grow Old

Cinema as an art form has always had the power to shock and horrify. Think of Italian horror films such as Cannibal Holocaust, Lars von Trier’s…


Of Note

The psychiatrist looked solemnly at Mary while she sat up on the divan in his surgery. She opened her eyes and looked at Dr. Bringwell. “Terrible…


“Forty-Nine” and “Fifty”

Forty-Nine Even back then, everybody understood immediately. Even people walking past him on the street couldn't help but roll their eyes. It was a…


Sólido Entre Nosotros

’S official, I’m in recovery. Just canceled “Scheduled” under “Saved.” No more Nicolle, no more Chris and Chris, no more Rachel, no more---this, for…


“The Origin of You,” “Where I Live,” “Ringtails Are Not Solitary in Spring,” and Other Poems

The Origin of You From nebulae, stars are born each day, vast pools of matter coalescing in eddies, swirling themselves into existence from the…


Juice

There is a fed on my screen. Every day, I see him spewing his screeds. Down here in the basement, I try to escape the “real” world. I bitch, my…