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6 to 6: Suicide Lane

Yesterday on Grant Road, I got behind a 4Runner SUV, blue-gray, dirty, maybe ten years old. It was going slow in the fast lane. Rush hour. I finally…


The Man in the Murk

Ethan clutched a liquor bottle and skulked by the bedroom door. He watched his wife Annie O. squeeze into a red dress that hugged her curves and…


“On the Death of the Prince,” “Futuristic Body/Visionary Mind,” “What They Came For,” and Other Poems

On the Death of the Prince A Word on the Death of the Prince of Thieves--- Robin of Locksley, Robin Hood, Whose arrows fled, whose arm, bled, Let out…


Ted

Every Saturday morning, Ted would stretch, fart and yawn. And stare at the ceiling. And stare. Until, at an undefined, unmeasurable moment, he would…


“Untitled,” “Breezes,” and “The Sky Spoke of One Cloud”

Untitled And she wrote to herself Many letters that day Of her father insisting that she hadn’t changed And she thought to herself The day had come…


Dødningeknip, Part 1

Night 1: Wednesday Kai stops. Kai stares long and hard from his porch. There is a man, a white man, standing under a streetlight staring at his…


Pill Press

Cooper Whitmore, aging clubber and hardcore raver of just over a decade, lay on his bed shivering, jaw aching and teeth chattering with the worst…


“The Obelisk” and “Behind the Glass as Youth Walks Out”

The Obelisk I. wheat stands gilt ready for harvest each crown bent in anticipation hand in hand we enter the field wade through the golden waves…


Panic

bad day 106 out of the 200 since january 1st. i know because like an idiot, i track it. three short breaths and i cannot catch any air. am i even…


A Leak

The patter that followed my every step as I rapidly paced through rain-painted cement held a consistent rhythm that enlaced my entire focus. Like…