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Non-fictionThe Hurt Vote
They vote to hurt the other man. That’s what it looks like. They don’t vote for roads or bread or doctors or better schools…
Poetryi love Trump
i love Trump. there, i said it. go ahead, judge me. he’s loud, he stinks, he humps everything with a pulse, and he once…
Poetry, PoetryMad auntie Pauline was right
She'd waited around for him all day. Had prepared his favourite meal. Even wore the earrings he liked, the swingy ones with the sparkly…
FictionThe Christo Apartments
I passed her building again yesterday on the train. It’s wrapped like a Christo – do you know Christo? – it's been in this state I…
Fiction, HumorTariffs
The morning started the way it always did: half a joint and a bowl of Frosted Flakes. The cereal was stale and the joint…
PoetryOn Getting Old
I’ve long wanted an excuse to shuffle my feet to take small steps to own a few canes My favorite is a walking stick…
PoetryBroke
old pennies gone as smiling like you got a wad styrofoam cup crack in the dirt yellow teeth dirty fingernail scratch a skipping album…
Poetry, PoetryTownies
we are a population of dead kings and drug lords descended from outlaws generations of sunsets and murmurations carvers of gargoyles breeders of pigeons…
Poetry, PoetryNew Dishes
Mom started getting emerald green dishes every time she went to the grocery store. She said Joe’s Food Mart was giving away free dinnerware…
Cartoon, Creative Non-Fiction, FictionThe DOGZ of War
They came in loud, laughing, chewing gum like it was some new Olympic sport. Kids in expensive sneakers and hoodies that probably cost more…
FictionNightmares with Howie — Our Purple Years
Just before sunrise, the sky above the lavender farm roared into purple, and the dawn came tinted. Picture me a purple-eyed child insomniac, skinny…
PoetryI Woke Up and Johnny Cash Was Singing Personal Jesus
his voice haunts me tonight grief is the price you pay for loving someone I know that well I’ve paid mine on the installment plan…