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Cave Canem, Part 2

V. I smell smoke, more burnt gunpowder, and blood. I sit in the back with the Twins now, their cries dwindling to sobs. Lynn is bucking up; she has…


Blues of the Badge

It was a long day. I’m not talking a long day at the office, taking shit from some poindexter in polyester. No; I’m talking about a 10-55, two 488s,…


Love You, Zyra, Part 1

I. Trouble at Gatwick Airport. And JFK. Make that Heathrow. What the fuck does it matter? Anyway, there was talk amongst the check-in staff that I…


Selfie

“Here we are: the ChitChat Café,” I announced proudly. “Would you like to take a seat here by the flower boxes?” I had called earlier to reserve what…


Café

I. I am a writer, or so I tell myself, so I style myself, despite having produced very near nothing of actual substance. “This is typical of my…


30 Birds: “A Decorated Soldier” by John Robert Barnes

Nobody should ever see their mother cry. Never see your mother cry. It was in England. You’re 15. In retrospect, it feels like I was younger. You…


Chip

Katherine needed supplies. Getting supplies was always a troubling event. Living in Pine Valley near San Diego was about as idyllic as idyllic gets…


“To My Old Friend, C.K.,” “Custodes,” “Waiting for the Wounds,” and Other Poems

To My Old Friend, C.K. They never believe you; not in Vegas or Chicago. They laugh at you--- you with your white shoes and seersucker suit. They…


Das Woke Capital

Government persecution of the people had continued for a long time. Every day, new charges were trumped up on a whim against those who offended state…


6 to 6: Portrait of the Artist as a Certified Loony

I receive a fare from my cab's computer monitor, a $10 voucher. I've transported the woman before. She's on disability because she's too crazy to…