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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aaron Echoes August is an independent writer focused on absurdist fiction, edgy philosophy, and cultural commentary. With a background in creative writing, art, and photography, he explores the stranger aspects of human behavior and its influence on the world. His narratives invite readers to question societal norms and delve into the bizarre intersections of reality and imagination, urging us to confront the absurdities of existence while searching for meaning amidst chaos. In his stories, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, revealing layers of complexity in mundane experiences.

The Apocalypse Pipe, Collected Works of Aaron Echoes August, is available now. More info HERE.

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  • Head Six

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    Tossing through the night Dreams of Madagascar and white offices These sleepers And these bleepers of the mind I don’t know who I am anymore As I grasp apples and oranges and put them in place The skyscraper carpet looked like the kind in the Overlook Hotel I saw Danny in the Deli “No liverwurst Read more

  • Cold Time

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    It’s a cold, gray morning And time is moving much too fast Like a raging bull let loose from its pen Why, just a moment ago It was 6:40 Now it’s 7:12 Thoughts of tomorrow are already creeping in It will be Christmas in nearly two weeks We put up our tree Like we do Read more

  • The Talking Death Fish

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    A willow chancellor in concrete gloves walks the path that meanders from the school, through the forest, and finally reaches the shores of a lake that very few people know about. He sits down in a place of soft grass and unfurls his lunch pail. He withdraws a sandwich and removes it from its plastic Read more

  • The Chainsaw Banana

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    Pull up a chair beside a tall window overlooking a city bathed in the bruised light of neon midnight and smoke a bowl. Be out of orbit and swim in senseless gravity. Go into the kitchen naked, open the refrigerator, and be in deep thought. Let the glow inside the icebox be your mantra. Pick Read more

  • Ass Apples

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    I didn’t see her standing there as I was pushing the apple cart. Then I heard her make a terrible noise. Something akin to a woman falling down the escalator at a mall in Nashville. It wasn’t really a scream; it was more like an exaggerated moan. Agghhhoooh, umph. “Stop!” someone yelled. “You hit her!” Read more

  • Serenity Salad

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    I ate a pre-made salad in the breakroom yesterday It was quiet at first But then the numbnuts started rolling in Youthful oblivion The complaining old People about to burst People who just can’t shut up About Dungeons and Dragons Artificial girlfriends Horror movies Misinformed politics The bosses The company… Most of the time I Read more

  • Victrola Stitches

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    A white farmhouse in a Texas field A green screen door opens The spring makes that sound of stretching Then it slams, that sound of slamming A lifeless two-lane highway runs by it The windows upstairs look down upon it There, a thick tree with a worn tire swing Miles of flat all around No Read more

  • Breakfast in Bergen

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    And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed And the panic sets in Dry mouth, racing heart Worry climbs a mountain I just want to live free of all the shit What is this world and where exactly is it? I know it Read more

  • Glass of Atlas

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    Those bad mojo memories Coming back to foil and kick A decent day turned down low Shadow records play in the dusk-lined room One lonely bed, one lonely chair, one lonely window Views of the widows on the walk Black dresses and veils Black roses, black nails Thinking about the dark side of the moon Read more