I’m starting to know these guys—so now, when they see me, this parade of tatted-up, newly sober straight men come at me with the Slappy Man-Hug.
POETRY
PART(UR)ITION
The girl with no face / perches / just behind my face.
MICRO
Resplendent
in verdant stud
of my contused eye
FICTION
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The Spectacular Barbecue is even better than a party, because everyone is coming, even Uncle John, Aunt Mary, and Luke, all the way from California.
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