The office was mostly empty, as usual, and the lights were still off when I got in to work just before eight. I dropped my backpack at my desk and headed straight for the breakroom…
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Sink or Swim by Angela Rydell
“Why are they having all that awful fun?” Louisa hissed, standing before their hotel window overlooking the pool. Hands over her ears, she could still hear sharp screams of pre-pubescent pleasure, slaps against the surface…
Breakdown at Insurance Firm by Chris Crittenden
he thinks fluorescence might be a blizzard, and snow angels could be sculpted in the drifts. the only escape he has. it lunges out of the delinquency of his Id, disrupting the algorithm of the…
Patterns In Rotting Wood by Chris Crittenden
gills, scabs, cuts, cyrillics not found in vacua, dark matter or nix. fingernails, orts, hemidemi- semiquavers, brawl of apostrophes, crows-feet circling grandmothers’ chins, duck/rabbit blitz, codex of muzzles losing shape, Ark’s freckle and Hyde. kiss…
Sunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden
a fish cloud chafes purples, stubs rubies, cinctures a toe of moon, as starlings exhale through its fluffed ribs like bitumen. the ocean weltering below, rambunctious fidget of dip and teat, checkerboard slip-sloshing into mutual…