the man creeping behind my tongue is an angry...
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by Dane Hamann — when a constellation of gears spins and...
I’m up at night thinking about my writing hand. Every left-hander...
Coiled on your plate, a harlequinned ring of beheaded, de-bodied flesh,...
by Matthew Travieso Williams — Fall recalled the heat of summer,...
by K.R. Morrison — When he speaks Diego murals summon...
by Jessica Lakritz — The fruit is sweet and alive. You...
by Gonzalinho da Costa — Snake swallows frog. Marten bites snake....
in the mornings i put my ear to the ground...
by Julia Rox — You said once that the blood bank...
by Julia Rox — I. “you are a minotaur inside” posted...