Fiction & Poetry
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The Men and the Dogs
I saw the first man in the centre of town, out walking his dog, a little white terrier.
No Hard Centers / One day when I’m dead you’ll be sorry I
Miss Hooker’s my Sunday School teacher and I’m going to marry her when I’m old like she is, or old enough.
My Father’s Ghost
I was an adult when I saw my father’s ghost walking on my bedroom walls in central Minnesota, pacing back and forth, and back again.
patti smith wont give me a bbbj
my girlfriend wanted to be patti smith when she grew up but we’re thirty now and she’s still dressing like Brody Dalle in 2006 so she’s running out of time.
Nick Cave Takes a Bath
If there is no rest for the wicked, I must have done something awful.
Vicodin & Venice
Come sit on this mossy log on the steaming hot bank of the deep wide brook, by the cattails lilypads and skunk cabbages.
Day Drinking / Amazon Prime Day
I was drinking all day and all night
That Kid
I won’t write his name, for the same reasons I don’t ever say it out loud.
Petrified
Another wakeful night.
The Ultimate Self-Effacement
Here in Heaven the clouds are perfectly white, the sky is perfectly blue, and the light is unequivocally divine