Reading Time: < 1 minute Twa Corbies Two crows divergedin a yellow woodwhose flights were trackedby crow the thirdwho watched the horsethat lay quite still. The first two crowsbrought back their brothersbut that third crowhad got the eyesfirst one then twofrom the head of the horsethat lay so still. I’ll sing you howthe gang of crowsdescend on the horsein ones Read more
MoreReading Time: 2 minutes (Taco Bell Quarterly rejected this marvelous little story, so you know their shit is gonna be FIRE! Read this, then read their next issue when it comes out.) Flooded out, car stalled, storm of the decade, I’m on foot and awash. I take shelter in the nearest church which turns out to be a Taco Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute Ominous dial-up noises ensue,ensorcel memory out of its driftwhere it happily had been gatheringspacedust, pocketing the prettier nuggets.But strange persistent noises jarred memoryout of its reverie, it had heard thosesounds once surely but what,what could they be? A sort of buzz and thenin disharmonious pitches, quietly,“bleep blorp bleeeepscree blorp p p ” —ah. Ah yes. Read more
MoreReading Time: 2 minutes If you’re like me you don’t know what any of the shit on the internet means. I did some research and it turns out all the popular sexting words and newfangled sex slang mean different things to people in long-term relationships than they do to, like, people in Tindr and whatnot. Hope this helps. 6UAL Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute Every day, something to pray for:bird eyelashescloud belliesstain historieslonesome beanscow thoughtsgoat bleatsskirt pleatsbroken rivetsxylophone teethand a small watch (uncertain hazard type)for a threat of damaging gustsperhaps a brief tornadorain on the fire landssun on the floodtoothless threatshearts deployedin remedy
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute *work in progress each stanza prays to scantronone bubble filled in per line○ a○ b ○ c○ d● e○ ferasure is not an optionrejection is not erasure.
MoreReading Time: 16 minutes Line She was thin, with long brown hair, green eyes, and a mole that grew where her nose folded into her cheek. The beat-up red Ford hatchback was a rebuild project from her father, who ran his own mechanic shop in town. From the back seat, I would connect the brown freckles on her white Read more
MoreReading Time: 2 minutes to say that I’m a woman, is a partial truth you touch my thighs eyes adjust to the darkness if I didn’t feel broken, I wouldn’t lie beside you I am asking about bodies the fox in my chest and the moss down my throat i.e. where do you keep yours? 2. At the beach Read more
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