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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,
Avoiding Disaster
Imagine that the bucolic picnic –
Which you happen serendipitously upon
Once you begin your walk in the woods –
Is actually a disaster:
Tulip
Suddenly, no one believes we walked on the moon.
A Hazy Shade of Postcolonial Melancholia
Is it still winter where you are? Do you have a dancing monkey to help you get through it?
The Maintenance Man in Hell
It is a thankless job.
i am a dead queer now
the waning moon is
soaking into the grass outside
hidden under my desk leaving the room lit
with a shade of twilight sparkle
The Umbrella Revolution
A body wrapped in a blue tarp was laid out on the lawn of a house.
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art by @durbanmoffer
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Flouride could be the cause of the baby’s dark fingertips. It’s not frostbite. When you push on her nails, blood shows through. Her molars are erupting. T
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
I
depress
the stopwatch
and scream Go!
as two hearses roar into the dawn
leaving spilled coffins in their wake
and neon scorpions crawl from
Jason
Jason
Jason in the next bed over has no arm, or you know, one arm left, no arm where one of them should be, is what I mean to say. I won’t go into what I have that confines me t