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Floor

who can really tell, these days, which are the days that matter--- if there are days that matter because significance is insignificant if you can…


Blood Knot, Part 3

V. Her apartment was huge. It was on the top floor of a twelve-story building. It looked as though it took up the whole twelfth floor. She slipped…


“Jailed Genet (in Honor),” “Carny,” “Mica and Quartz,” and Other Poems

Jailed Genet (in Honor) The deepest truths cannot be taught except by experience--- Genet's face, that jail of dreams, each line in the forehead, a…


Bubblegum Cigarettes

Momma says she named me Dawn because I was born with a headful of hair as golden and radiant as the rising sun. When I was just a little girl, Momma…


The Busker

The shop sold incense and crystals, Native American flutes, and roughhewn natural clothing of no particular shape. The incense was overpowering. My…


Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

Alice was glad to get back to her secluded sylvan cottage now that her week was at an end. Tom, the outside package deliveryman for the Braille…


“Give Back the Day,” “Poetique Voyage,” and “The Glory of the Rush”

Give Back the Day Yesterday, the day was all mine. It brushed against my skin And penetrated my innermost self. It climbed into my body and took…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: On Piss

Piss is interesting, to say the least. In terms of perversions, it’s a cross between assholes and slapping. Slapping is a two-way street. Slapping…


Grounds

When Lori makes her second pot of coffee on Tuesday, she notices that she always refills the glass canister of grounds when it is only half empty. So…


“At the Speed of Light,” “The Wax Museum,” and “Grappling Gods”

At the Speed of Light The consciousness of the universe surrounds us all as though our heads were hives as billions of bees buzz round and round…