Author Archives: Hailley Fargo
Old Soul Reflections During Meditation — Brycical
When I was younger, I was a shaman chanting melodies that I hoped would change the world. Perhaps, they did for my people; the schizophrenic gypsy stoners earth mother worshiping airy words burning the creative liquid juices squirting over our brains like a drop of LSD on a sugar cube. But now, I can feel … Continue reading
Blood in the Wood — David Alexander McFarland
There’s blood in the wood outside my door, a spot of darkness in any light, there because I cut myself, but still I had to let the dog come in. I bled around the pressure through the napkin, grinding teeth against that millennial memory— the feel of steel sliding through easy flesh— while cursing all … Continue reading
Odors — Richard Dinges, Jr.
These manuals hold black fingerprints, oil odors from forty years ago, old tractors and cold iron parts pictured in breakdowns, blown apart and numbered, pulled from dusty shelves, an archive of a shop where farmers cradled greasy coffee cups and murmured comments about weather and grain prices, absorbed by these manuals and released in old … Continue reading
True Story Tuesday — Peter Madsen
“Did you hear about the cobra who fell from a balloon beaming the internet to a New Zealand farmer and all he did was check the weather inside and stare at the balloon from his window then he shaved his sheep but they were afraid of the cobra and one was even dead of the … Continue reading
The Rhizomal Magnetic Spleen — Peter Madsen
Us, we knew — Peter Madsen
Us? We are the riders of horses stolen time Continue reading
Radioactivity — Glenn Halak
Photons long as worms from here to everywhere the dark soil between stars Continue reading
Divorces — Robert Stout
Bostyk, the janitor, pinned a picture of his wife above the towels in the room behind the gym where he ate his packaged ham-and-cheese and drank a small root beer. Continue reading
The Only Question — Paul Hostovsky
She was very beautiful. Exceptionally beautiful. But beautiful in the way of certain sudden realizations, like: my god, is it raining? or: look how huge the moon! Continue reading
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