Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed.
Poetry
The Dishwasher I work the constellations of soap foam as the steam rolls up like little scrolls. My wife is still asleep.
Poetry
If I’ve learned one thing in my long slog through this vale of tears, it’s that any nincompoop …
Short Story
What Keeps Her Blind exchange Can’t look both ways Caved in discussions All up in the air He said she was Loose Tight percussion Kept her moving By the jukebox …
Poetry
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I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting. I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so …
Poetry
He thought he knew these people. Through the lens of his cracked shield needing a wash to better shine …
Short Story
BEFOREI was the one they called to the morgue to identify Davis. My phone rang just as I was stepping out of lecture hall.
Short Story
Friends of John Can’t clear the arterial detritus, nor shake the dull ache in the pickled kidneys. They float by my bedside, in piss-golden stasis.
Poetry
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Short Story
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
Poetry
She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
Short Story
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Flash Fiction
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Limerence like wine, pouring over me in shallows of sparkling ecstasy, draining my veins of their blood until they …
Flash Fiction
There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
Short Story
In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
Poetry
Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …
Essay
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Poetry
The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
Short Story
do you ever feel like a half a grapefruit at breakfast A sharp metal spoon keeps asking digging and scraping the sides of you and everything You’ve made and the …
Poetry
an uneven stone word round in & out but still hard to bite on. (scared it slips out my mouth) I miss your hands the leather the grease the ink …
Poetry
------------------------------------------- An emanation of Narcissus ------------------------------------------- The Virgin with wide eyes and glossy hair the grape leaves filligreed in oaken beam add depth and heft to contingent contained thought the …
Poetry
I first saw Billy in the liberal arts building. My attention latched on to his swirly gait, though I …
Short Story
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Poetry