Picks of the Month
February
An Ending
The cursor blinks steadily, beating out non-human time without mercy. I break its gaze to look out of the grimy first-floor window. Above the parade...
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January
As long as sea beats on stone
The sleek body of the dive bomber plunged, the arc of its wingspan and tremendous feedbacked screech cutting the air around it to ribbons. The ships...
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Triptych 1: Mass
Mother in a mantilla rubs her spit dampened handkerchief across a child’s face, not clean enough for God, who lives inside and judges us all. She...
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- 3637 reads
December
Hoc Erat in Votis (Poetry Monthly)
"How many raindrops?" - Mark Danielewksi
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Sadie (from "Ribbentrop's Chair")
Sadie As most married couples grow older and lust slips away, they learn to cling to each other like life rafts adrift on the ocean. Sadie and Marcus...
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November
into the grey afternoon
In the woods with the child his impotent rage subsided some. He breathed deeply among the trees and crouched with the child by huge fungi and fallen...
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Autumn
A schoolgirl draws. An advert scissored from a magazine is transmuted into graphite — petrified by her sharp, light pencil. Lines for hair: rapid,...
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October
Tattoo man
walks down street, shaved head bowed - shoulders slumped and leathered features weathered brown. Dog end loose between the yellowed digits - sucks...
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Remembering Molly
This is from a series of prose vignettes I've written, all of which tie into one story. All entries from the series are semi-biographical, this one in particular reflecting a real situation and based on real people, one of whom was me and the other, a prostitute named Molly. It's rather long but I couldn't split it appropriately so bravo and thank you if you make it to the end!
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Autumn Wasp
You have made of me an autumn wasp. The last yellow gasp of summer has been uttered and the air crisped around me, solidifying into acorns. A quirky...
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