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FictionBULLSHIT INSURANCE
https://youtu.be/xNhhgtZv5sk?si=FuDIeQbOzZSygXdw I went nuts in 2017. Had some kinda bullshit insurance with bold lettering on the card that read Includes Dental! It had a picture…
PoetryApprehension
She catches him up and tells him how much they all miss that laconic delivery, enthusing about the open mic at the Abbey Café…
PoetryBeginning with “needless”
Yeah, "needless" is better. He will be a man. His name will be Needless Farmer. Needless Farmer survived rot he sanctified every desire he exclaimed price,…
PoetryCereal for Dinner
Kellogg’s CEO proudly proclaims his product is trending up as daylong sustenance for core demographic—The Poors. Magnanimous from Boca Raton mansion, he explains the…
PoetryTrains are Shorter, Now
In a graveyard, facing a river a break in the trees separates ryegrass from rail yard where you can wait beside wild-grown strawberries for…
PoetryThe Bears in my Life
always arrived without warning dark lunking things that prowl the edges of my world my father always told me about his bear a chubby…
PoetryGuangdon
In Guangdon Province a young father rises early for work at Doubleeagle Industry Limited, where he operates the plastic-injection molding machine. It is rote,…
PoetryOn A Wednesday Morning
These old streets drive through me; pieces of sky look like raindrops, so no one panics when they land. I think of sackcloth and…
PoetryThe Moon On The Moor
Dead man came softly to knock on her door. He said Don't forget how you knew me before. Dead man sat down to rest in…
PoetryMid-January
The winter folds, sagging like old skin. It dissolves beneath the rain tooth-gray sky pulled past tearing, hole-pocked, spilling ashy light into the veins…
PoetryReasons to Send Advice-Givers On Their Way
What pointless advice came your way today, Bret and Li? I hope you did not fail to grasp that: “What doesn’t kill you makes…
PoetryTHE SPIRIT ANIMAL SOCIETY
Every five years, the Spirit Animal Society mandates its members rigorously interrogate their own personal growth, selecting a new spirit animal if appropriate. My…