Dearest Summer, It’s not you, it’s me. I sweat profusely, I don’t know how to dress, and, frankly, I don’t know how to treat you right or respect you baby I don’t know. Maybe I was supposed to know you, love you, respect you, feel you because you remind me of my body. An organismContinue reading “Dear Summer, Fuck Off!”
My tits are melting. My armpits are melting. My eyes are melting. I’m producing more fluids than an orgy and feeling far less sexy. Do people ever truly feel sexy in an orgy? Do people ever truly feel sexy when they’re melting? sexy metal melting hashtags of heat extra savory salaciousness twisted twilights never endingContinue reading ““The Girl who Melted””
It was never going to happen. It was never supposed to happen, but his eyes opened. The heart monitor flatlined as he unplugged himself. Legs weak from dystrophy, they bowed beneath the weight of him. He toppled into a wheelchair reacclimating himself to being alive again. Where was it coming from? The window was leftContinue reading ““5:33AM 1987””
For this week’s Translation Tuesday, inexplicable shapeshifting, bad table service, tangible numerals, and a loving friendship that defies spatial logic are on the menu in “Heimat who Lives in a Box,” written and translated from the German by A.E. Sadeghipour. In this surreal microfiction, a dinner date is marred by embarrassment and a rude (andContinue reading “Translation Tuesday: “Heimat Who Lives in a Box” by A.E. Sadeghipour (Asymptote Blog)”
Anger and I walked home the other day a mass of snarling teeth and the color orange snapping at passerbys absorbing them then I I yanked its umbilical cord for I had birthed it myself.
I was a white cow being led by a shadow tree back to the barn. I could not fit through the door until I was shrunk down to a more manageable size. Inside the barn the brown bull was mounting the heifer. I was guided to my stall. On the clean hay lay two calves,Continue reading “White Cow and Brown Bull”
I am skeleton buildings and pallet furniture I am insulated under armor I am a loophole on repeat I am pinto beans and pineapple rings Consummation of voracious cultural consumption I am a threshold A door frame that presents the Pretty picture of me For the rest of the world to see Because I amContinue reading “I Am the Square that Moves Like a Circle”
There was a strange woman who lived in our walls. She was gloomy and dreary and not very tall. When I told my mother about the woman in the wall, she gasped and shrieked because there was no woman at all.
Spilled engineered energy drinks evaporated on the ground as the citric fumes caused purple cataracts of chemical intoxication. The mouths of the crowd unhinged viperous as a cacophony of cheers swirled above their heads accumulating into a foreboding fog. The billowed haze consumed the energy of the crowd as it formed its own teeth andContinue reading “The Frog and the Banshee”