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Scenes from PissEarth 2025

"Our Motto is DYSTOPIA NOW!" was scraped into the wall above the wire-strewn worktable. Every other wall in the room was covered in sound-absorbing…


Hollywood

The guy we met in L.A. wore a sweater vest with a check shirt buttoned all the way up and he had a tattoo in the shape of Iowa on his inner left…


College Collection

Classroom I’m twisted by exhaust. Silent halogens in a prison filled with desks Bridge One wayward glance, or one instance of paths crossed in this…


MadDog78

It melded perfectly in his hand. His fingers caressed the barrel, the familiar weight and heft of it bringing him comfort. Satisfied that it was…


They Must, Part 2

The family marched through the pines. A howl from the distance. The rain stopped and the sun began to shine. The golden rays of light peering through…


“Does it Need a Title?”, “Street Theatre,” “Literary Property,” and Other Poems

Does it Need a Title? There is nothing sadder than an old elephant at the zoo. All alone, the color of tarmac; a gigantic mouse behind bars. She…


My Sexual Awakening (Featuring Reza Aslan)

i was a mere eighteen years old when i first fucked. it was a truly amazing experience at first. however, the monotony of beautiful women throwing…


“The Transgressionist,” “Girl in the Full Metal Jacket,” and “The Magician’s Assistant Throws Down on the Slut Shamers”

The Transgressionist Just before you've just about had enough of me--- poof. I'll be gone two days before you call me, three days before you call me…


My Love and Peace Letter to Greyhound, Part 2

Bus 1304, 10:30 PM, January 4, 2011---4:05 PM, January 5, 2011 I woke up in Portland on the front bus seat, missing my four front teeth. I suppose at…