Fiction & Poetry
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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
What a beautiful day for a picnic wouldn’t you say?
What a beautiful day for a picnic wouldn’t you say?
As I choke to death on a bite of ham sandwich with spicy mustard
the harp string snaps
and knocks the fried chicken out of
To Cover Up the Smell
To Cover Up the Smell
I lit my hair on fire.
“Ahh… fuck.” I said.
I flipped the Zippo away before it could light my whole head up like I was doing a Pepsi commercial.
It woul
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Daddy’s head was like a jack-in-the-box out of which a
second head might pop. You could sense the tension in his
crank. Mommy put us to bed li
Rudolph
Rudolph
‘You’ll go down in history!’
‘And you’ll stay there, you sycophantic fools,’ growls Rudolph, whipping out his carbine and blasting his peers to chunks of horn and meat.
I Climbed the Hill Beneath You
I Climbed the Hill Beneath You
I devoted my time to watering a dead stick back then. I was
trying to raise an enchanted forest in my closet. I guess I
wasn’t thinking too cle
On the Loss of Opportunity
On the Loss of Opportunity
We must resist the urge to anthropomorphize the suffering of robots
Regarding its time on Mars,
here is what we can say,
without resorting to sentimenta