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one There I was, fat, dumb and happy. A three-legged stool. A glint on the horizon demanded my attention, then it was gone. My leg. Gone! The southwestern one. Involuntarily, I reeled back, northeast. I wobbled slightly, then somehow achieved a precarious balance on my remaining two legs. I surveyedContinue Reading

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We sink into the water. It’s the closest thing to making love in outer space,   which in turn, I understand, is the closest thing to one of the ancient gods   chuckling at the divine and ancient equivalence of a firefly.   We join the jellyfish club, and sixContinue Reading

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There has never been a connection so strong as was the bond between the Moon and the Wolf. The Wolf, by day a man bored and lifeless, became his true self at night within the glow of its love. There were many days when he could feel its lingering presenceContinue Reading

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Love was a complete mystery, and Hate couldn’t get enough. Perched on the edge of their heart-shaped bed, he watched with fascination as she slept. Her charcoal hair lay across her face, a strand rising and falling with each breath. Hate reached forward with a small hand, but stopped inchesContinue Reading

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I’m short on rent so I call Daddy.  His phone rings five times before it goes to voicemail, but I end it before it beeps to record.  I always call him instead of texting because he has a shitty old flip phone that he pecks at with his pointer fingerContinue Reading

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Oh, crazy speech, liberated from the cause itself! Oh, human clamshell still slippery with the grease of sex!   Oh, heaven-bound ephemera above our houses like space junk built from a much needed summer rain! Oh, telltale   stain on the soul! Oh, ghost of Otis Redding! Oh, cheese course!Continue Reading

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We, and by “we” I mean Ghostfuckers, are a paranormal organization started by me, a part-time gym teacher and my cousin Jerry, a full-time manager at Bob’s Big Boy, who came together for one mission and one mission only: to fuck ghosts. Why ghosts, you ask? There is nothing wrongContinue Reading

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and I do creep into your weird grossness. Although I reel at the absurd, the anthropomorphic: when you unify jagged things, I spasm. It’s not that I fear the tentacles: nor that snakes, slinking, or the buttery gut punch of a jellyfish hold jurisdiction. I don’t mean claws—gruesome, stark— canContinue Reading

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in your shadow gallery where the forms escape their frames, formulas flow, feed, and breed and play their wicked games. in your cellular library where the numbers on the spines indicate taste, shape, and fate your index will be mine. i’m born again every now and then where my invisibleContinue Reading

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When the stars began to wink into existence across an inky night, the earth stirred beneath a Glastonbury field and the first few inches of a finger birthed through. One finger was followed by others, pale towers rising from the underground, until a whole hand emerged straining for purchase inContinue Reading