Poetry Rec: The Colonel
The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries
home. He spilled many human ears on the table. They were like
dried peach halves.
My First Tattoo & a Poetry Rec: Fever 103°
If tattoos offended Santa Clause, then they offended ME. I think it’s also the reason why I was always so standoffish about tattoos as I became an adult. That and I would never put Christmas in peril.
Read MorePoetry Rec: A brief history of the orchid
Greek women believed eating orchids made their unborn babies boys
Read MoreOf Crow-flowers, Nettles, and Daisies
“Okay,” She leaned closer to the camera, “So, my cousin told me that her brother-in-law says his neighbor’s uncle was caught fucking an alligator.”
Read MorePoetry Rec: Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch
Read MorePoetry Rec: The Death of Marilyn Monroe
The ambulance men touched her cold body, lifted it, heavy as iron, onto the stretcher
Read MorePoetry Rec: Wage Slave
My paycheck is a pittance. I try not to cry until after work.
Read MoreThe National Anthem of the USSR is a BOP
I’m not going apologize for speaking the truth.
Read MorePoetry Rec: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Read MoreSnail Skin Care
As anyone who has the looming storm of their 30s staring down at them like the barrel of a fully loaded gun, I wish to preserve my youth.
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