There’s a place I stand in the woods with tree-lined eyes. I stand there sometimes below several high steel bodies. Electrical towers humming–six arms and long cords attaching like long thin sperm poised to eat each other’s ends. The towers need these bonds. It’s their kissing and talking. When humans want to communicate they just…
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Sweeten
Almost sternly, disapprovingly he was saying it’s so important to vote, you really owe it to all the women who struggled so that you could, you owe it to yourself. And although she didn’t want to shatter this little world they’d created, this fort with walls of misspelled menus, this moat of black coffee, there…
Apocalypse Love Song
Through a hole in the roofI watched the end of the world.It was beautiful, nothing at allthe way its portrayed in books or movies. I thought of calling you, but figured you were busy taking a bath, filing your nails or dead, like most everyone else. I felt sad, remembering our encounter at the shoe…
Five Imaginary Babes
In time I’ve had five babies. The first one was boneless and meatless; it was a puggish fold of skin, and I would throw it on the ground in disgust where it would puddle up and gurgle little flatulent gusps that were almost cute but stank like dank pot. Within a few days, having accidently…
Fire Flowers
“Fire Flowers” first appeared in Rattle In Japanese, the word for “office” is a character composingtwo smaller characters meaning “enclosed space”and “slumping corpse”. Outside, a soft rain’s falling on what was once the corner delibut is now an immense pileof pipes and bricks, chips of cement, and crumpled menus.I used to eat there with my…
From Ribs Come Tales
A story begins at the point where two characters meet. If I put Adam in a garden by himself we don’t have a tale. Adam stares into space drumming his fingers. He doesn’t even think about anything because he has nothing interesting to think about. Now if I put Adam into a garden with Eve…
Asexuality
I am sexless. We spend this night like jellyfish.We sting and stingeach other and it thrills me.We tiein careful knotsuntil we fill this tank up. This spills over–this water that will never be drunk. Stevie Blue is a student from Leicestershire.
When This Train Comes
When this train comes crashingIt’s okay cause I’ve got Je-sus The lights flickerAnd go dead There’s a woman reading the PsalmsWe’re under 100 millionTons of water, Under 100 hundred million gallons of the Hudson The lights have gone offBut she’s still gripping her bibleIn both hands like it’ll be her phoenixLike it’ll point its nose…
Mars
My brother and Iliked to stand, feet inweighted boots and play catch the easy way, the balls curving slow. We’ve matured since then – he explores while I, laboratory-bound, study the things he bringsback; strange aliens. The best place to throwwas on a moon, withsoft gravity andgentle drops, our claspingfingers firm around the sphere. Our…
Diagram of a Life
There’s something about a man led around by his dick. The arrested, slop-licking gaze, the ever-attentiveness, dick forward–my father is such a man. Maybe that’s why I can spot them, men and women leashed to some kind of compulsion, drinking, say, or eating, or even health. Give me five minutes and I’ll give you your…