Annarlathotep (Pussy Pogrom Redux)

Annarlathotep…the chattering chaos…I am the last…I will tell the sensate abomination of desolation… I can’t recall when it began exactly, one day to…


To the Women Whose Names Start with the Letter A

“For the first five years of my life, I was a nudist,” is what Adelaide’s opening line of her college application read. I wish I could have thought…


The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 16: The Restaurant

All three of us caffeine-fueled officers of the law left the Toast and made our way on a four-hour road trip. By the time we arrived at the Singapore…


Larry Grank Saves the Kilogram

I received a letter in the mail, which was strange because nobody knows my address. I took the envelope inside, protected my body by donning a gas…


Underhill, Part 2

II. "To reject nihilism is the beginning of virtue." --- Anonymous Charles Dickens began his novel A Tale of Two Cities with the famous line “it was…


Fire

Laura stood at her window in the forest hut watching a jaundiced sky. The bats and the crows flew in uncertain directions at dusk. There was a blaze…


Spit Mask

Carlos slavers, pigheadedly mutinous, in the filthy order of the King County Jail, archipelagic in the Chair. He hacks out brainsick verbalizations…


Taco Night

“Tradition! Everything’s a goddamn tradition with you!” “Not everything, Fili, but it’s good to know how much you hate traditions. I’ll remember that…


The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 15: A Parking Lot Visitation

Late in the evening, after saying my goodnights to Wyla and Luther, I looked forward to getting back to my comfy apartment. Maybe watch something…


Stay at Home

So what then now? I’m watching a crowning newborn’s head squeeze out of a vagina that I have licked and sucked dozens of times. Along with the child,…