Middle/Post II
Puke in the urinal. What unfolded as minutes was actually probably an hour. Ian blinked hard, pushing his eyelids together with all the strength he…
“Posthuman,” “Nahum,” “What it’s Worth,” and “Thirty Years at Best”
Posthuman Write for your fucking cigarettes and make eye contact with every woman you pass. Take the cheapest parking pass and remind yourself that…
“‘Divination’ is Lazy,” “Alton,” and “Koresh (The Death Rattle)”
"Divination" is Lazy Here’s an almost certain idea of the future: more bleeding gums and leaning up on the counter a stomach cancer salting a snail’s…
An Ode to Post-Cold War Friendships of the Creative Nature
The ’97 Bank of America robbery was one of the last great patriotic crimes, attached to a real need and a real motive, in a real nation, the kind you…
Meditation Upon Gustav Holst’s The Planets
Oak hasn’t gone wanting for the Touch of war and the cardinal Ain’t no Ares if’n you planning On attending this cathedral. Uncle Mick says I’ll meet…
Middle/Post
Old Jacob was already out of his chair and shuffling towards the door by the time Mallory struck her tiny fist against the wood frame. He had spied…
