“Mantra for a Loser” By: Robin Wyatt Dunn
Thursday was out to get me, the swine of this city angry for my skin and bone. They knew I was a disaster waiting to happen. They knew I was apocalyptic, moroni...
Thursday was out to get me, the swine of this city angry for my skin and bone. They knew I was a disaster waiting to happen. They knew I was apocalyptic, moroni...
when my christ-heart cracks open crownfuls of candy-cane caviar fall out rain down fishy baptism on all the red-rimmed wine-dimmed spectators whip...
Alex and I could buy salmon instead of the tuna fish that sustains us, but right now we wear poverty as a cover for the middle class suburbanism that bored us, ...
In my senior year of college, I was given my own art studio. It was a small room, with a worktable, a chair and a stool. Its best feature was an ivy-framed wind...
XI. That summer we were covered in rashes and our ears stayed infected. We lived where the Niagara bent and collected run-off and debris. We swam at the site of...
Buyer’s Remorse consider all you have not chosen to give up Release on the Green conservationists from the kill ennui I sing: you are not perfect ...
and you’re thinking what does that mean and can I stand it? and you’re mad for ever wanting to die and you’re mad for ever thinking if I just don’t wake up how ...