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If Ghosts Could Cry

I can feel your eyes boring into me. Can’t get enough of it, can you? “Want to sit down?” I say, turning 'round. You come and stand next to me, but…


“Calypso” and “Marionette”

Calypso Broken boughs set upon starlit seas of blue--- endless tides of foam and melodies of you. Your eyes, dark and dismal as the storm, but within…


Morning Tea

He pressed the buzzer and then strained to hear dim chimes echoing at the rear of the house. From a cheap radio played the faint sounds of…


Dead Weight

He heard it as he approached his destination. The eternal turning of the tides, saltwater rolling upon saltwater. The moon would forever revolve…


Waiting

The chair was hard and uncomfortable, so Randy shifted awkwardly. First, he would cross his right leg over his left, placing his right foot on his…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Impossible But Desired

I wish women could be fucked through their panties. You know how much I love panties. Booty shorts and thongs can be fine, but panties are unmatched.…


“On Bullet Night,” “Summer Camp,” and “You Never Know”

On Bullet Night she keeps ranting cussing every bullet that shatters a parlor window thuds into the wall – she doesn’t try to protect herself figures…


Fear of an Incel Planet: How Michel Houellebecq’s Whatever Predicted Our Sexual Dystopia

Whatever by Michel Houellebecq (Serpent's Tail, May 2011) When I was a teenager, I attended a private Catholic school that was known for its athletic…


“Screaming for Ice Cream,” “Walk Like a Jain,” and “Neptune Opposite Moon”

Screaming for Ice Cream Now you want me to care that you love me, gobble your sentiment like ice cream from your dusty, cracked bowl. Last time, you…


Body and Soul

“The soul is in every part of your body that is alive.” That’s Sister Benigna’s voice over Amy Winehouse’s: My days have grown so lonely For you I…