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The Gravel Pits
I sat tapping my pen lightly on the desk, waiting for the sweaty kid sitting across from me to gather his wits. The boy couldn’t have been more than…
“Bringing Home the Bacon,” “Chopin and Savagery,” “Gabriel Garcia Márquez Knows His Stuff,” and Other Poems
Bringing Home the Bacon ---for Francis Bacon and David Sylvester (1966) The artist’s burden begins with us, the little people who’ve left their…
Negro Supreme Buttsex Magick, Part 2
VIII. A white man in a generic cop uniform ate Lil Nas X’s ass on stage. The crowd was into it. Here and there, a shot rang out or a knife found…
Terror House Radio, Episode #71: Bridge to Forenia (with T.J. Martinell)
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor welcome T.J. Martinell back to the show to discuss his novella The Legend of…
Rain
Is it raining? she asked. What? Is it raining? I bent low to catch the sound. Her tongue slowly reached out to moisten her whitened lips. I held her…
Hungerford
In Australia, there is always somewhere further out with redder sand than where you are. The famous poet on a tour stops in a town that straddles a…
Home Movies
Light ain’t been the same since we got the TV. We don’t light candles no more; we got flames and smoke in front of us always. If I change the bunny…
“Scars Left Behind,” “Moving Out,” and “Maybe Forever”
Scars Left Behind Thinking about that other side, That people have, The dark side, And what it all means, He knows it isn’t about the bruises, Or the…
Barry Desmond, Literature’s Original Incel? A Review of Barry Desmond is a Wanker by Martin Knight
Barry Desmond is a Wanker by Martin Knight (London Books, 2010) The most depraved book I ever read twice.” --- David Cameron With a resounding…
You Can Dream of Home
In the dream I’m trying to go back where my father died. I want to pay my respects, see the woods that I ran through carelessly with our dogs. Spend…
