Fiction & Poetry
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Disruption of Flow
Sometimes, I feel, there is a blank mass obstructing my flow. It looms over me like a magnified cursor that hovers over one of the ubiquitous social media pleasure-feeds.
Warriors
We meet in binary space;
the ID girl and me.
at the end of the day, r/nihilism is not that active / Twenty-One Hands
in college i was on the internet every day
looking at opinions
Hogsburg
This is not the first time we have been buried.
Lost Blossom
Every day we live we feed
a little on the misfortunes
of others:
14 Ways of Looking at a Blue Bird
“meaning, in every snowflake,” says the blue bird
Celsius
Nobody knows how many black holes are in space, but studies have linked living to dying.
School Shooter’s Girlfriend
I didn’t go to high school.
I stayed with the janitor instead.
He kept me in the boiler room.
I was a kind of pet, I guess.
Calligraphy
Dear Grasshopper, I’m glad I wasn’t born a cow.
Broken in Three Places
Somehow we were always expecting something like this, a strange wind off the Atlantic, moaning and cursing and full of old hurts,