My father was my hero. When he was ten, he went into the cigar factory. He sat on a long bench. His father sat on…
On the morning he was to leave Mortalus for the drive south to California, while walking to the library to return three DVD’s starring Theresa…
Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…
The river is hurt,
a toxic belly with bloated
dumped. I walk its cusp.
We were smithereens
into a lamellar
in the middle of the small floor
her costume revealing bare legs
belly, shoulders and arms
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