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Off of the train, endlessly rocking, He threw his mother a kiss.

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ALL SMOKE RISES. The story of Lilly and her need for MILK-BLOOD

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Marjan’s Tooth

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When my feet touched the ground on the tarmac at Bagram I cannot begin to describe the feeling I had. It was as if God had spoken to me directly, whispering in the cold mountain air: “Son of Marjan, I welcome you.” The feeling took hold and overcame m

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A Portraiture of Circling Back (or Why I Hate Fashist Assholes Like Mohandes Gandhi)

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It's Not Too Soon to Feel Crabby 'bout Christmas

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Bound

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“You have an impressive pair there,” he says, hands warm as he cups them. “Shame they’re on a man though.”

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Traumathurge

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The Humanists

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LOVE IS NOT THE ONLY THING

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When I was a very little girl—I was five—my mother and a black gentleman she was incarcerated with broke out of a mental institution and kidnapped me.

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It’s a compromising situation... The would be Bride of Christ begins perspiring before the crowd. Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring echoes through the antique church just one more time, a little loud. With every added verse and every flickering vigi

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The Prince of Beers

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“All I want,” he was heard to say, “is a date with a really good-looking woman before I go away.”

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Outré Souls (WIP)

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When the lore of the land could no longer hold the minds of men, they turned their eyes to places where they expected to find no other gaze.

Morning Night (1)

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Darling Valentine’s pale legs shone in the dark, a beacon for the car driving without headlights along a tree-lined row of brownstones.

The Element of Ritual

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Morning Night (2,3,4)

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Monday MorningI wake slowly. My breath still escapes me. He's asleep on the sofa, legs hanging, hand hanging, lips hanging, a river of saliva somewhere. He tries to be the one that's okay when I'm not, but really he's just as bloody as I am. I wait til he starts to…

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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings

Smiles Etched Into Stone

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A section of the baseball field that curved inward was filled with clear water. Birds were dipping their feet and the tips of their wings in. The sun set them apart enhancing the ice-sharp oblivion in their eyes. I swore I heard them say "Marry me.