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The Grinding of the Bells
Manya wound her way through the dark forest on horseback astride her faithful horse, Thorn, seeking the one person in the whole world who might be…
The Enduring Rumination
Every time I have bought opioids online, I have been ripped off. You go through the motions of downloading Tor, setting up a Wickr, and creating a…
After the Nostalgia
At first, the travel there was the dangerous part. No human had ever been to Mars before, though everybody was pretty sure that Elon Musk would take…
Contemplating Hate
To be published in some literary journals a poet must avoid being racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, xenophobic or ableist. It…
Xenon
May 2062. What follows is a transcript of the Hamilton Jeffries podcast from his home studio in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with Wyatt Nickerbocker. HJ:…
Vibrator
When I was young, tired and despondent of not finding true Love among sex waitresses, who only enjoyed sticking a joint in their pussy, I bought a…
Mirror, Mirror… Part 2
Three nights passed and still no images. On the fourth night, however, they came back. She saw herself at school; older, maybe 12? She was eating her…
Creative Works
translated by Xela H. Giving Birth to Poems She read poem after poem at night, feeling her lust and orgasms between the lines. When she woke up the…
Dusk: Thoughts on Moral Convictions — An Exercise in Submission, Forgery, and Petty Thinking, Part 4
Third Book: Moonrise XXVIII. Carpe diem, carpe Dei: when I was younger and finally mastered a little bit of Latin, I boasted to some student of the…
The Confiscation Wars
I: The Man with No Tattoos was dragged through the streets by a mob of women, whose distinguishing features are black ink markings sketched across…
