Conversations with a Wasteland.
Tomorrow: is hostile. The cacti are evolving. What was once matte rubber is now charred flesh. Their long spines bend and twist into painful shapes: fingers sprouting like pin cushions. The last coyotes circle and salivate, but, like me, are too afraid to attack. For hours I watch. The hasty sketches never [...]
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My brother John, came to my bedside that night and told me about a dream he had. He said, that he had met a girl at the Dairy Queen. She had ordered two strawberry cones: One for him and one for her. The ice cream began to melt on his hands and she had licked [...]
The streets picked clean
for the first time in a long
time. No nails to etch, no rocks
with which to score. My hands
disclose my hubris. Fingertips
rubbed clean as bone, against
the last standing wall, I
write: Ashley Forev
Before, it was easy. Small
hands sunk into deep cement.
Impressed for forever, soft
veins will tell the story—DNA
waiting while bacteria becomes
amphibian becomes mammal
becomes who [...]
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Debbie Bernard didn’t know what to do. When she lost her wedding ring last Thursday, she lost the love and support of her family.”I have always tried to be a good wife and mother. I cooked meals, I participated in rigorous sexual adventures, and I never ever lied.” That’s what she told the Metro Herald [...]
In the desert he salutes, but he blocking the sun not showing respect. He’s lost. The sand rips through his face. Blood is drinkable. Each step like quicksand. His feet sink and he reacts. His feet sink and he reacts. Foward march! He can hear them screaming. He doesn’t remember much. The glass begins to [...]
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I used to eat chickadees, bores pores, and the shin skin. Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, spicy jams all of them slathered thick. Tender and rare would describe my dinners, I asked for
“Blood please.” Always with a smile or a giggle. A twinkle in my eye. Foreshadowing the glean of the fat as it dripped. Pooling and [...]
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I stood on the corner of first and third avenue. My fingers feverishly rubbing themselves off into the large bricks. Ashley Siebels For. And had it been any other day someone might have stopped and asked, “Can I help you?” People did not even blink at my boney studs. Slamming back into my own stains [...]
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She couldn’t decide whether it was a full moon or if there were fractions missing. It was cold at night and she could feel her insides rumbling. Her hands would squeeze the fat that surrounded her belly, reminding herself that she would not starve—ever.
She rolled to her back and tried to absorb the slight breeze [...]