Fiction & Poetry
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National Holiday
I didn’t want to be late on a ritual day, so I woke early to eat breakfast and pin my new Union Jack badge on my coat.
Working for the County
Three years back when I still worked for the county, a woman called to notify us that her neighbor was hoarding dogs at a residence within the city limits, where—by decree of Ordinance 871—only four dogs per household were permitted.
Frazzled Ms. Frizzle / Zoom Adventures in Klarvendale / Why Did Jane
The staplers are out of staples, pens out of ink, empty markers, erasers worn thin.
Northern Feedback
Knocked-off at half-four and walked south in oblivion for a bit
dead cow / Eddie / phone sex / Crazy Eddie’s
she grinned at us lying across the trail
eyes gone lips gone altho she wasnt killed
her hundred-thousand-year solo session
> ここにいます. here i am.
> come and get me, you fucking metaphysical dogs.
Dave’s Black Eye
The whole office was talking about Dave’s black eye.
An Ugly Decision #4
Look, and I don’t expect you to understand this, or have any sympathy for me, given the circumstance, but it’s hard for men these days, too.
Screaming and Other Things That Sound Like Death
Of course, it’s imperative that I am the way that I am.
A Good Night’s Sleep
After my life imploded, I thought things would eventually get better. They didn’t.