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Sunday, 23 September 2012 19:17


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“What’s the meaning of life?” Will asked the attractive woman stepping around the cracks in the sidewalk, staring at her feet so her heels wouldn’t catch on the dripping pigeon shit. The open-toed shoes were a size too big and skittered along the pavement. The hissing sound of her sole dragging along on dappled sidewalk reverberated in Will’s head and he swiveled to catch her eye.

Sunday, 23 September 2012 19:13

Flesh Made World

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The Malevolent Maestro,
orders chords with His mask,
overwhelming my own tempo,

Sunday, 23 September 2012 19:11


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An organ of memory pierces,
every thought, past and present,
between the pews and in the blur,

Sunday, 23 September 2012 18:55

Into Deep Relief

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You are going to miss
the end of the world.

Sunday, 23 September 2012 18:48

My Whore's Heart

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hunger-fucked and angry,
my whore devours
tubes of raging ruby red
lipstick to make her insides
match the outsides of her pumps

Sunday, 23 September 2012 18:41


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Down in Canaan-town a sweat-stained street preacher dances along cracked concrete and prays over abandoned cotton mills, boarded store buildings, and one defunct movie house—stone-dead illusions that can never be raised from the ground. Hollow invocations ride on a feeble breeze—curling round & round down in Canaan-town.

Monday, 20 August 2012 05:31

Freaks I Have Known

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Grandma and Grandpa owned a black Mercury with red-and-white upholstery. When it was just the two of them, they didn't care how much squirreling around I did in the back seat. I didn't get on their nerves the way I did with some people. I could open the window all the way and stick out my head, foot or arm; lie on my back and touch the ceiling with my toes; scrunch up on the little shelf behind the back seat for an eye-to-eye view with the people in the car behind. No matter what I did, Grandma never turned around to tell me to sit up straight with my feet on the floor and stop acting like a big baby.

Monday, 20 August 2012 05:14

Sex, Drugs, and Rock-and-Roll, Inc.

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You should have known better than to bring your girl around Bob. Of course he’d take her home with him.

She’s not really my girl. I don’t hardly know her. 

But then if you were to say she was your girl, even to yourself, then you’d have to admit that she left you to go home with Bob. Bob is a player. He goes from pussy to pussy. Another notch in his belt.

Monday, 20 August 2012 05:08

Every Mother's Son

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Hospitals make me sick.  Every day, I walk through the emergency and waiting rooms, through bile, past head wounds and soft whimpers.

Following sneaker tracks through fresh blood, onto the elevator, up five floors to the oncology department.  Here, the patients wait as their bodies betray them.  Here, the red blood is swallowed up, digested, and expelled black.  Nothing smells quite like the cancer ward. 

Monday, 20 August 2012 04:14

Mississippi Queen

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A willow's leaves fell softly on the form digging below it. It scattered the moonlight on his back as he strained in the hot, humid air. The sound of little feet along the dirt road nearby triggered alarm. He stowed his shovel and hid behind the tree. He stilled his breathing. His lungs burned, but he wouldn’t dare move, not even a breath.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012 01:45


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About twelve years ago, a friend of mine gets it into his head that a Ferris wheel will catapult him to the moon. Remove a couple bolts, and whoosh! -- the centripetal force will toss you heavenward hard and fast enough to at least get you there. Which I suppose works if you spin the thing roughly a zillion times faster than it's built to go. The trip back, maybe not so easy, but... Kids sure do some crazy shit, don't they?
Hell, forget gravity. Forget oxygen.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012 01:36

Free Toy Inside

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“Let’s get you pregnant,” Dustin said as he led Sammy by her hand to behind the stadium. “Then they can’t keep us apart.”

“Our families hate each other, though,” she said, cheeks drawn and pale above the elastic fringe of her Junior Varsity cheerleader collar.

“If we have a baby, we’ll be our own family.” He set her on the exercise pads thrown out by the dumpster. Sharp smells of locker room garbage draped them like the shadow of the athletic building. Everything seemed damp, even in the midsummer dusk.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012 01:24

Blood Falls

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The whiteness of my skin scares me, pallor like that of an albino. Looking down, his black pupils absorbing all light. All life. Seeing through me as I lay on my back, the sad obsidian mist splashing my face keeping me half conscious. I blink hard and cough, clear my throat. The tics stop.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012 01:15

Tomorrow, Now

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Five days before it happens my nephew says this: “My Dad says I should tell you to go to church; if you don’t you’ll go to hell.” And that pretty much summed up Rick; that my brother would come at me from all angles because he knew it was the only chance he had at saving me. They’re dead now, both he and my nephew, and it kills me knowing I could not save them the only way I knew how.

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