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Super Mario Bros. Coin

Super Mario Bros. Coin

We’re the most common item found in this two-bit overworld, but as we warped down the ultrasonic tunnel black, what I saw was a rather uncommon glow.
deux nuages

deux nuages

A moment: there’s nothing more brief or revisited; enjoyable or painful; life-changing or damning. Moments are the kindle of dreams and nightmares.
In the Long Ago

In the Long Ago

What do you call a scab that covers the entirety of your skin—the organ that takes the brunt when everything goes well, when everything goes to shit?
Borrowings of the Shan Van Vocht

from Borrowings of the Shan Van Vocht

I am more than I seem. A jaw that does not fit. The thick femur that rubs this pelvis to an ache. A skull that can’t quit echoing in the chaos.
The Birth of Aphrodite

The Birth of Aphrodite

Beauty, we know your story: Time’s violent scythe brought you into the world on a spray of jism (pronounced: sea-foam).
The Birth of Athena

The Birth of Athena

Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis, Titan trickster, though you hate this day. Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis, wherever you may be.
The Hutch

The Hutch

Bold white spray-painted letters drip until they pool like blood—sinister in regard but their meaning lost on me.
The Uncastrated Sky

The Uncastrated Sky

The uncastrated Sky looms heavy & hard over the cowering untamable, my father’s yowling rage Earth-shaking against the Universal No.
Animal Hospital

Animal Hospital

Before my coat is off three lines are ringing. “Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, how can I help you?”
Smoke

Smoke

I make it my general practice not to drink and write. At least, I try not to drink when writing fiction.

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