March 2010
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"The Hawk" by Anna Joy Springer
Forgive me. The contours made me shiver. Forgive me for the hands that made my body weep oilslicks against the off-white seats of my car. But was it my fault or his, I want to know. His name was Gene. So tell me.
The car was a field. In the field was either a rape, or an animal’s cry. Earlier in the day I’d wanted Gene so bad, I couldn’t help it. He did construction. He had a...
The Golden Age - Beck
from Sea Change
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“In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing...”
– from Close to the Knives by David Wojnarowicz
“So my heritage is a calculated fuck on some faraway sun-filled bed while the...”
– from Close to the Knives by David Wojnarowicz
I was published on Butt Magazine's website! →
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“I Was Young When I Left Home” - Bob...
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