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Starry Night, Hungry Night

Everyone who lives must eat. She whispered these words to herself whenever horror crept into her thoughts. The first night had been the worst. She…


Yaks on the Andes

Verse 1 Spoiled milk Carrots on my knee Chips on my knee Spoiled milk Children of Sudan being beheaded daily I don't care Spoiled milk Ishmael Beah…


6 to 6: Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror

She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center. “The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?” “I’m…


“Spaghetti Dinner,” “Cincinnati,” “White Studies,” and Other Poems

Spaghetti Dinner I, too, only cook once a year. I, too, cook for friends and family. I, too, leave a mess for my wife. I, too, am hated. It’s not the…


100 Daddies

The man I’ve always called my father won me at a card game when I was three years old, lost me at seven, won me back at eight, lost me again. In…


Pizza in Hell

My good friend confided in me last night as we were heading home from a night of galivanting that he had discovered one of our friends to be a sex…


Dødningeknip, Part 2

Day 5: Sunday Detective Krauss surveys the scene. In full lighting, the inside of a strip club looks like absolute shit. Gaudy colors and dingy…


My Dreamy Manifesto Under the Starry Sky: Cometward

Attention: this manifesto has magic power and it can finally refute the Communist Manifesto (1847/48) and its successors in the form of communist…


Rejoice!, Part 1

I. Beyond the cracked sidewalk and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors and the patch of dry brown grass, there stood a…


Free Trade

Mr. and Mrs. England live in a house. Mr. England has to service all of Mrs. England’s needs. Day after day, he has to service Mrs. England, and he’s…