Fiction & Poetry
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Popeye / Bond
Popeye
Name: Popeye
Alias: The Sailor Man
Charge: Drug Trafficking
Additional Detail: Was found loitering outside stadium, was searched and subsequently charged. Confession w
White Dog Mambo
White Dog Mambo
I wear an ankle bracelet to suggest my damage. You might
want to check your mouth for moths. Does it make sense
for your tongue to be where it is? Mile after m
Side Effects
Side Effects
Archie’s come home smelling like tequila and cigarettes. I can tell he’s been taking the pills too because they turn him into a total dick. This isn’t me throwing
Edith/Jonah
Edith
She’s been dead useful around the house – preserving fish, garnishing the margaritas. In winter, when the driveway gets licked with ice, I slip out back with a chisel and
Humpty Dumpty’s Funeral March
Humpty Dumpty’s Funeral March
Alexa told Amazon subscribers to kill their foster parents. I searched the hospitals and funeral homes for George, but didn’t find him. The temp wo
Suspenders
Suspenders
I take rusty metal to the recycling yard. It is a staging ground for age to revert to youth. Padnos, the old Jew, stands outside the junkyard’s office door and smiles
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