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Deserted But Not Abandoned, Part 2

III. So it goes. We are nobodies who have nothing, we little teachers, but in the order of things, we always have more than our servants. If we make…


Blood Knot, Part 2

III. The flap of her trench coat flogging her hamstrings and the clicking of her high heels, interjected by the occasional car horn, orchestrated…


“Avihs || Vishnu,” “Charges,” “Modern Metaphysics,” and Other Poems

Avihs || Vishnu Mornings || they disperse || beyond || the corn…


You Have a Mushroom Infection

Don’t get me wrong: I love border towns. Places that straddle a frontier are more honest than anywhere else in the country. Cities on the boundary…


Frontier Justice

He had to go. You’ll see. We don’t often say things like this, but in Silver’s case, one was dealing with damaged goods intent on doing further…


Erotic Lycanthropy

The full moon shined down upon me in the humble back alley I currently occupied. It is beautiful in its austere, cold manner, but a full moon on a…


“Weather Not Permitting,” “Cat Lady,” and “Hometown, Ghost Town”

Weather Not Permitting The air is marbled with smoke The cremation of us all into clouds Us all raining down on our own parades By whatever means…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Crying” and “Reactions”

Crying You cried a lot during our two years together. Girls are like that: they cry a lot. I feel bad about basically every time you cried. Going…


The Blood

(in memory of Edgar Allan Poe) A pool of blood from the battlefield congealed enough to stand "Revenge!" it cried and gripped a sword still held by a…


Bastard of 1952

Marin’s fingers fiddled with the white buttons running the length of the blue dress. White satin would have been her first choice before the other…