Fiction & Poetry
Category
The Goof, Meredith
Meredith, the woman who hit Gabe with her car, is still in the living room, sitting in the chair possessed by the spirit of Grace’s dead grandmother.
Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
monica
monica is my best friend and i have loved her secretly since middle school.
Somewhere in there, a killing / the damage could not fully be articulated
never wd
b
ok
The Men and the Dogs
I saw the first man in the centre of town, out walking his dog, a little white terrier.
No Hard Centers / One day when I’m dead you’ll be sorry I
Miss Hooker’s my Sunday School teacher and I’m going to marry her when I’m old like she is, or old enough.
My Father’s Ghost
I was an adult when I saw my father’s ghost walking on my bedroom walls in central Minnesota, pacing back and forth, and back again.
patti smith wont give me a bbbj
my girlfriend wanted to be patti smith when she grew up but we’re thirty now and she’s still dressing like Brody Dalle in 2006 so she’s running out of time.
Nick Cave Takes a Bath
If there is no rest for the wicked, I must have done something awful.
Vicodin & Venice
Come sit on this mossy log on the steaming hot bank of the deep wide brook, by the cattails lilypads and skunk cabbages.