Category: Creative Writing
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The Lyric at the End of Land
He made it with her in the bathtub because she was bleeding. That animal. That gyrating, groaning animal. It was that negative breeding. She pulled him in, he slapped against her. They breathed, they kissed, they tangled. When they were done, they stayed in and showered. The water felt like rain against them, tasted of Read more
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The Cloud City of Nashville
And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to put a pair of glasses on over another pair I was already wearing. Earlier I had been in the bookstore in the cloud city of Nashville. I saw the metal and glass buildings—squares, oblongs, towers, Read more
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Ravioli River
He had a wandering image that followed him, something about ravioli in a lonely café somewhere on the other side of the world. Light rays harken down thin alleyways, the sun an orange ball in the sky, the clouds clotted with heat, melting like a sorcerer’s tongue on acid, leopards and leprechauns leaping over the Read more
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The Zodiac Salamander
Alabaster eggplants frolic in a purple haze. Munchkins drop acid and watch Wizard of Oz repeatedly until one jumps out a window. Wood gnomes with shotguns play patriots on the streets of D.C. The world looks at them and laughs. Sharpie abusers make cardboard signs declaring freedom and love. Love? Love runs rampantly abused. There Read more
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (3)
Magda Balls looked at her two new guests, her back was up against the stove in the kitchen, a cigarette smoke stream trailing from her shapely hand. Rosalina and the Huffing Man were sitting at the table in her lakeside bungalow eating tomato soup and oyster crackers. The man had an iced tea to drink, Read more
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Botchwork
You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility? Oh, I see, you reach for it there, you look for it in your…earbuds? Why do you stop and yawn and pause and breathe and think and question? The world says go, mind skids, the Read more
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Brain Fumes
I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my co-pilot but then the plane crashed I wrestled with tangled earbuds I woke up at 2 a.m. and ate English muffins with butter and honey It’s hot outside but I’m cold I like to play Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 