Fiction & Poetry

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We arrived in the town after six days of driving. My dad, my brothers, my mom, me, and my dad’s older boyfriend & younger boyfriend.

One of the happiest days of my life occurred during the Winter of 1973.

You’d considered skipping your usual meet-up with Buddy tonight.

The more a death-rock girl’s structural integrity crumbles, the heavier she applies her foundation.

The boat is not large, but there are four people in it. One of them is me; the other three are making a movie.

Brennan is drunk.

I went past him on the bus. I could only see his feet, but I knew it was a him.

“Cecil the Lion died of auto-erotic asphyxiation,”

Short-notice tasked to take minutes in meeting. Don’t know how. Never done it before. Will make long notes now and hammer into shape later.

Everything is happening. Everything.