by George Sparling
I, Orkney, was a freak. I bounced from rural towns, suburbia and cities, running away from my shame. She only moved in with me out of pity. We sat smoking grass, feeling good I thought, until Dana told me to look in the window. I did, staring at my acne. She finished the joint, got off the couch, and said maybe she’d drop by the next day.
The Minotaur is a chilling but familiar account of the rise and fall of a third-world despot. Riding the tidal wave of popular support, Caesar the Marxist, soon turns into a dictator and plunges his impoverished, exploited nation into a bloody civil war.
by Frankie Metro I think about the chances… The slim, astronomically unfathomable odds, The random meeting, somewhere in Dante’s 8th Circle perhaps… Among the Evil Impersonators, gripping the grocer’s smiles. The stamp fisted, barcoded debit that you take to work and Sunday morning prayer vigils. How they resembled your angelic smile How you bat your [...]
—Sunil Sharma The man, in his late 30s, wrote his own brief obituary, before dying. “I know nobody is going to read this last piece composed by a young man going to die soon. Alive, he was useless. Dead, he is like a roach. Absolute human trash to a society geared to respect power and [...]
—Dr. Sunil Sharma, Mumbai, India The shadowy couple Stand Entwined, On the solitary beach— Like two tall drunk palms, Watched by the circling seagulls, The gurgling waves And a fading orange light. She eats his lower thick tobacco-stained lip, In a listless lip lock, In the manner of The hungry tramps Greedily Sucking The thick [...]
by copernicus Today I was feeling somewhat vague in what I wanted to accomplish so I decided to just let my mind wander and see where the universe wanted me to go, with no definite plans other than to pump blood and breathe nitrogen. I’ve done quite well and though I can’t give you the [...]
written by: Symbleyes The sound of gravel underfoot bounces aimlessly off the sheltering trees. Sending upwards visions of delicate chips of bone’s grating the verses of mindless banter. Halted to a stand still, unnerved, the feeling rushes over my body to continue on, to allow the stones to tell their stories. Desperation begins to leak [...]
Toxic Twilight
Posted on September 5th, 2010
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