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Dread
Dread
What if I look down in the Port-o-John and there is a man under the filth, only his eyes and
forehead ribbeting like a cartoon frog in a swamp?
What if the bees keep d
No Hero
No Hero
First responders run toward explosions, toward blood and mangled bodies. They are heroes, the saints of our degraded and violent nation. Heroism is all we have left. Bat
Soteriology//Saturnalia
Soteriology//Saturnalia
“Art & religion, carnivals & saturnalia, dancing & listening to oratory—all these have served…as doors in the wall.” – Aldous Huxley, Doors of Percepti
The Grieving Process
The Grieving Process
A shovelful of soil hit the lid of the coffin with a thump. “Saddest sound in the world,” my twin brother said. Good thing you weren’t there. We started to
I can be awful all on my own
I can be awful all on my own
1 The first time I got arrested I got popped stealing $18 worth of Robotussin gel capsules at a grocery store with $400 cash in my pocket. I pai
A Night at the Circus
A Night at the Circus
The night Elvis died on the toilet he was like a circus without wild animals. A neighbor’s child was able to crawl out, I don’t know how. One man painted h
FIRST RESPONDER
If You Could Live In Any Time
If You Could Live In Any Time
What’d it be? I’d retreat to the moment before you asked me this waste of a question you insipient lout, I’d escape
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
I saw something big out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a dead cow. Then it turned around and looked at me, and I said, “Tiffany, it’s a
Hopes & Prayers Is Something You Say to Allow Yourself to Forget
Hopes & Prayers Is Something You Say to Allow Yourself to Forget
& I don’t even offer that.
Empathy weighs less than glory, holy things worth more bloodstained.
This a privile