Heartbreak, Texas

By - Jan 4, 2019

You are not the alarm clock and you are not the styrofoam cup, you are not this bed, or pillow, or the rug I bought today.

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69 Remakes

By - Dec 24, 2018

Remake of Home Alone where I break into my dad’s house, hide in his bed with a knife, and, when he finds me, calmly say, “tuck me in, motherfucker.”

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Three Shorts

By - Dec 17, 2018

They are dreadful. They fill us with dread. We know that we fill them with dread, too.

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Exposure

By - Dec 14, 2018

He stood facing the bar, lodging himself in between two stools as he downed drinks and decided why he was there, what he wanted. Yes, he would let love in for once. It would be gorgeous but faceless: steel-like with no sagging. Their reflections would blur namelessly into one.

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Canaries

By - Dec 12, 2018

The sky was plumb and decorated with the ruptured birds. Even from such a distance, the agonized screeching ricocheted between the houses and onto the roof where we sat.

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A Seabird

By - Nov 28, 2018

Still, my early roots hurt. Swelling hurt. The earth was like a nightmare, very damp and crawling.

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Foam!

By - Nov 26, 2018

Like, think of the sound of sipping coffee from the rim of the cup when the coffee is too hot. Or, imagine he was sucking pleasure back into himself and it burned.

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Thanksgiving Poems

By - Nov 22, 2018

3.
I’m thankful for health
I’m thankful for breath
And after I visit them
My enemies are thankful for death.
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Millions of Insects

By - Nov 21, 2018

After the acid trip had failed to produce the awe and wonder, mind-shattering revelations, and screensaver-like phenomena that they had been primed to experience, and after yelling and turning off the “Red Pill” video on YouTube that had unexpectedly and abruptly turned into neo-Nazi propaganda, he and his friend decided to watch a nature documentary.

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Five Poems

By - Nov 14, 2018

Domination Spell

Send me memes
Make me cry

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The Trip of a Lifetime

By - Nov 12, 2018

Pink drips through my jaw onto my neck and shirt. My mother uses her knife-hand on my face again. The grass doesn’t know where it belongs. It grows through the holes in my face.

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Excerpt from Friday Night Light

By - Nov 1, 2018

Excerpt from the novelization of the album Friday Night Light by Perverts Again.

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