Fiction & Poetry
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Hanging Upside Down
It was mid September when I saw Superman.
Open Mic
Jack Blakehood was old and ready to be done with all this horse shit.
How Having a Grotesquely Scarred Face Might Have Its Perks
Riding a bike along the Mühlendamm Bridge in Berlin looking for a quick lunch, a kielbasa or a bratwurst from a street vendor, I soon found a retaining wall upon which to quickly consume the meaty thing.
A Chuck E Cheese Night
The Chuck E Cheese stood next to a strip club, a gun shop, and a liquor store. God bless America.
Five Minute Man
The cape became heavy
Not the weight but
The hanging expectations
Coming up Four
Lydia’s replica is downstairs washing dishes.
My soul hung itself
Mind tangled in a nest of barbed wire
prey
Dissociation was kicking in and I felt my vision getting blurry.
On the Generation of Animals
The discovery of her body fell to a pair of teenage boys who guessed that the apartment was probably vacant, and wanted to try picking the lock.