In the room, at the building that housed numerous melodies and various sets of floating notes, at the far end of the hall, there was te stuck in the air, suspended in the tension. It had been a crack in the unsteady melody, the one to make the building’s flow of crippling sounds collapse and …
Something about the roots of a thing enigmatic perplexity deeply penetrating or inexplicably shallow always intertwining, always seeking inclusion, always taking more (aching to be left alone) bulbous and obscene, they choke out the others in gluttonous absolution or else shrivel and yield to dirt nothing in between I could press them to my lips, …
There is no such thing as psychics…or mediums…or the afterlife and nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise. I am the authority on this subject, for I am a scientist, and you are not…you are nothing…you couldn’t even keep your husband around for the kid, so what do you know? Sorry…sorry…that was a …
Once they thought I was dying / I couldn’t turn my head, tendons and muscles turned to rebar in my neck / there were things I didn’t want to see. They suspected meningitis / the bad one, the one that kills you before you know you’re the host. The nurse came in with two paper …
Illusions illuminating ill-begotten ignorance, irrevocably impeding impressions in...in...inhale, intake, internal inhibitors illustrating ignorance, ignore it, I…I…I…inhale, irrevocably inconsolable, incoherent incapacitated incapable... increasing, immediately instantly inescapable, inward...inward...inner innermost... inhale...inhale... incapacitatingly intensifying... individually idealized immunological imagined impairment, improving... inhaling... inductively identifying insurmountable internalized Incurability, ...inhale...i...inhale... irrational... Bethany Richmond is an indigenous poet with publications in The Show …
His meditation was interrupted. He’d decided at the office that he would meditate as soon as he walked in the door. Before Coleen was home. It felt rude to meditate when she was there, when they had so little time together. It was also embarrassing. Just the thought of Coleen looking at him sitting lotus …
The table was the size of a majestic west-coast hardwood trunk, and for £110,000 it was all the more intriguing, what powerful consequential people must have dined at such a massive table historically, or now if some wealthy person bought it as a trophy for a near-vacant mansion. It was my first and only time …
Continue reading “the tarnish beneath the gold” By Sam Kaspar
Sins catch up to you in the night, like the sound of the half-broken clock from your estranged aunt. Or the water in the pipes from the upstairs neighbors, who fuck on the porch swing and take loud shits at midnight. In your dreams, you eat your own teeth. You fall through the bones of …
When the Mustang swerves across four lanes into his path, he has no time for a flashing life. “Now?” his mind asks. He will die with his front seat full of generic butterscotch pudding packs for his pregnant wife. He will die with one hand slamming the wheel and the other full of a half-eaten …
(with a nod to Euronews.com) Carried carved infant to a boat, nninnillfloated down the Tiber, him safe mmmmmmmmin valley between her breasts. mmmmmmmmmmmShouted her maiden name was Dante, at Christmas missed mmmmmmmmmmmnine levels of hell, also Les Baux. nninnillSaid she alone dared save mmmmmmmmthe savior. The pope viewed surveillance video many times, decreed Jesus could …
Continue reading “Topless woman steals baby Jesus from Vatican nativity scene” By Timothy Pilgrim
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