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  • Myth

    The blind hobo who returned

  • Wooden Boards

    My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on

  • Stairway

    In those days, so many stairways were said to lead to happiness, mainly of a sexual kind—and as I climbed those

  • Ode to the Google Maps Man

    Gold-suited spaceman, terranaut,

  • Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote

    I still love the sound of breaking,

  • Aspect

    The spirit’s simulacra have obtained

  • George Orwell Sucks

    How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in

  • Fat

    I saw that I was fat and walked and walked toward a desert only to find a case of (not light) beer.

  • I’ve Lived Long with the Dead | The Word Stays Here

    I’ve lived long with the dead. I know their

  • Leopard Goes Through Hell Villanelle

    When I am sober my brain calls me names. 


  • January in West Texas

    Once, I preferred nights. How they arrived one tied to the next like silk scarves, knots of daylight between them. I

  • Dear Reader Are You Having a Good Day?

    Dear reader are you having a good day?