Fiction & Poetry
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Off Into the Night
During the days, it got up to about 70 degrees Fahrenheit there in Helmand Province.
Sneaky Lead Paint Baby
Once upon a time, there was a little baby who lived in a small shack in a big city.
Loathing and Depth / Rotten
I was called to feast from the depths of moldy, plague-smelling,
cramped alleys. I’m the Eater of Sin.
Shield and other poems
our lady of the flash scan: threat vs hassle, react vs ignore
never the police maybe an ambulance or tell someone else that’s it
Sideshow
Jimmy used to visit the airport once a week to watch the planes take off.
Ben’s Beef
Ben got ‘tension last winter cause he was in that one snowball fight. This dildo Eric tattled on him to Ms. Gagnon.
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.
I could take a point off Serena Williams
So I was in the boozer with them lot right, and somehow the topic of conversation comes round to tennis or some shit, cos Wimbledon was coming up, but I don’t watch any of them Tory sports so I’m stuck flipping beer mats, just staring off into space like.
Your mother has a beautiful cunt / The Starving Artist
I want the world to scratch itself to death,
where everybody’s giving birth to something
they’d rather lock in the cellar than feed.
Torment
The morning sun reached the centre of the sky. Even in full brightness, Lakhinath Kaman looked like a ghost.