Flash Fiction

Fiction

Circles

You are doing doughnuts in the Walmart parking lot at 2am.  You can’t sleep.  You never sleep anymore.  The song “Methuselah Rookie Card” by...

Poetry

divebar poem

I could be drunk anywhere on this earth—you could be at a far-off remoteness or your mouth hovering over my pretty mandible. I cannot tell a...

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