Month: October 2019

Twenty Miles of Bad Road


she made us walk with no shoes on twenty miles of bad road to church and back, the priest one day tied me to a pole, I was twelve then and...

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Poems, Short Poems

If I sleep with my mouth open Maybe the heavens will hear me I’m talking to an unknown God while I warm my breast with my cold hands I...

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Lack of Naming Skills

Essays, Guest Contributions

The clothes she'd taken had no underwear with them But she didn't give a flying fuck right now -none of that mattered anymore...

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