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My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
Wrapped in Paper and String
Monsters crawl in our brains,
Terese Svoboda
Boothill Graveyard and Boyden Cemetery
mrs suicide : mrs arsenic : mrs dance hall girls quarreling over a man : mrs descriptive murder in the streets of tombstone
Hannah V Warren
WHY WE NEED UNIONS
If the lion wants more
Stephen Dunn
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, a short film by Frank Heath with music by Cory Smythe
Soundtracked by "Combustion 2" from the Cory Smythe album Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
Frank Heath
Sieverts and Joules | Plate 136 Butter Lamp With Moths
Maybe there’s a new way to be nuclear, not using rods with their troublesome impermanent cladding, their
Sally Ball
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
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