Fiction & Poetry
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The Remedy / Slug Face
Halfway up the hill to Middleton, near to where I had once disposed of a rotten fox skull, I beheld a stationary Fiat Panda with its hazard lights on.
That Which Has Come Down
The point in time everyone sees me at is just after 10:30 in the morning of May 19th, 1998, but I am from the future, from later that day, around 3 in the afternoon.
Fluppies
Things were burning everywhere outside. I took this as an opportunity to get reacquainted with my body.
Are You Thinking About it?
a rope
A stroll / Nina, Viktor, Giuseppe / Who ARE you, and an epitaph
An ugly pair
He’s nervous she depressed
He’s playing with their two bottles of water
Plain and Simple / The Year of Un-Magical Thinking
What choice
really
but to tell our stories
in a cruder form
The Cure for Fun
They were all thin and most of them weak, but they had large heads. Their bodies were young, their skin smooth and soft.
White Fuyūrei
BRRRRNNNNGG
“What. The. Fuck.”
Richie’s Vacation
Richie was sitting in his mail truck, eating a spicy chicken sandwich, when he got a text from his mom that said his old best friend from middle school was dead.
WHY WOULD I WRITE ANOTHER DAMN POEM! / BEAUTIFUL
Is anyone going to pay me for it, give me a couple of hours
with their body (if they’re a sexy young woman), or invite me
over for lobster thermador and a movie on their wide screen TV?