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Corn of the Aliens (2)
Harold jumped up and ran outside. The screen door slammed behind him as Bruce Springsteen music played from the clouds. The stars, hidden by the grunt of daylight, were there in the pointed universe. He made his way across the warm grass of the yard. He opened the gate on the white picket fence and… Continue reading
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Corn of the Aliens (1)
There’s the smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen. Corn dogs. Corn bread. Corn Flakes. Cornmeal. Corn on the cob. Corn chowder. Corn pie. Corn on the moon. Corn in space. Corn of the aliens. It was a hot, burning day. One of those days that feels like one walked into a blast furnace… Continue reading
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The Corn on the Cob People
The grocery store is full of human corn on the cobs. They walk around like stiff, yellow erections. They’re dressed in green husks, unzipped, the cornsilk is hair spilling out at the chest or the top of a pointed head. They wander aimlessly, brainlessly. “Where’s the milk?” “Where’s the apple pie?” How do you survive… Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (One)
Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then his body got used to it. His body always got used to it. His hot lemon-butter bath had become a regular ritual lately and he thought he might be going absolutely nuts. Continue reading
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Call of the Balls
I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Continue reading
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