The local woman with Tourette’s is outside cursing our red brick building. Someone has stirred her up the way the tip of a finger can tilt the stack of dishes just enough …
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U.S. Authorities Have about 14,000 Sets of Human Remains Lacking Identification by Tana Jean Welch
The last time I saw her she was leaving. I tried to count the soft hairs on the nape of her neck as my boatman rowed her across the pond away from my personal island….
The Triumph of Light over Darkness, Vienna, 1904 by Tana Jean Welch
Shunned by the University for suggesting human existence consists of nothing more than the infinitely repeated cycle of birth, copulation, and death—Klimt guards his nearly finished mural with a shotgun, shouting to his detractors from…
From Field Marks by Daniel Biegelson
— 1. kingdom of ends O the round about (and O the rotary) American as this world is (beautiful as teeth) consumption is the lower and upper beak 2. If a rooster crows only…
The Beard by Bianca Lech
If you want to know why I don’t want to kiss you it’s because of your beard. In its shady growth, my love for you is growing moss. Your jaw-line is lost, your cheeks are…