Burying Our Uncle’s Bones by E.R. Vanett
In the hour of the birds we wait. In the seasons of the times it goes by in frozen metal frames…In frozen metal frames did I but once see your face under bridges. Dark lights. Under bridges I walk and the passing streetcars fly. We announce our bodies to the lights. Then we present theContinue reading “Burying Our Uncle’s Bones by E.R. Vanett”
Grandma, sitting on her pink, plastic-covered chair, by Ed Komenda
Life is a ball of shit, she says. You’re born, she says, and you go to school, she says, and sometimes you get married and have kids, she says. You work, she says, and work and work and if you’re lucky, she says, you retire. You fall apart, she says, and no one can tellContinue reading “Grandma, sitting on her pink, plastic-covered chair, by Ed Komenda”
Resourced Human, by Paul Tanner
the automatic doors of the shop you work in never open for you like they sense a half-soul a watered-down soul a pissed-in soul. a half-empty pint of a soul that’s been watered down with piss from years and years of working in shops where the automatic doors never open for you. but there isContinue reading “Resourced Human, by Paul Tanner”
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