Author Archives: Voider
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You *** Having given in to an unusual style of doom a thought that has no back up room the dead end blocks and the look of the resentful eye and in my death I won’t say hi Having pushed
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You *** Having given in to an unusual style of doom a thought that has no back up room the dead end blocks and the look of the resentful eye and in my death I won’t say hi Having pushed
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XX *** Natia was only four years older than me, but in my memories of her from when I was a kid, she appeared as someone who knew more than anyone else in my life about everything. Perhaps it was
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XX *** Natia was only four years older than me, but in my memories of her from when I was a kid, she appeared as someone who knew more than anyone else in my life about everything. Perhaps it was
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Name *** She says dumb shit like that out of her mouth. Her mouth is wet. She calls me Rose. She has three sons. The youngest, Sammy, is too small to count. His hair is so light it’s almost transparent:
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Name *** She says dumb shit like that out of her mouth. Her mouth is wet. She calls me Rose. She has three sons. The youngest, Sammy, is too small to count. His hair is so light it’s almost transparent:
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Lady Pride *** Dear L, It’s been so long… Like every member of an oppressed class, you yourself participate in the insulting of others like you, hoping thereby to make it obvious that you as an individual are above their
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Lady Pride *** Dear L, It’s been so long… Like every member of an oppressed class, you yourself participate in the insulting of others like you, hoping thereby to make it obvious that you as an individual are above their
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ZERO *** Twelve. The vagina is closed for lunch, but the clit is open for dinner. Eleven. There are, seemingly, mechanical challenges involved in getting Thomas into the clitoral basement. Ten. Put your finger in the wound—a well know curative
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ZERO *** Twelve. The vagina is closed for lunch, but the clit is open for dinner. Eleven. There are, seemingly, mechanical challenges involved in getting Thomas into the clitoral basement. Ten. Put your finger in the wound—a well know curative
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Keyhole *** Walking down softly carpeted steps I feel a stab so sharp and sudden it does not even register as pain—more like a bright light that forces all matter to part in its wake, making a tunnel that starts
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Trust the Machines *** I built a crane for you, look! look! look! look! all gold from the drum to the hook hook! hook! hook! machine equipped with a hoist hoist! hoist! hoist! gold wire ropes to kill old hopes
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(W)hole *** The always already apocalypse is becoming Urgent urgent Urgent So we sleep with both eyes open and a snake We hurl ourselves into the dressed in metal shiny cyborg stars in the between Here children are dead They
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(W)hole *** The always already apocalypse is becoming Urgent urgent Urgent So we sleep with both eyes open and a snake We hurl ourselves into the dressed in metal shiny cyborg stars in the between Here children are dead They
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Dear John *** This is one of a series of alternate endings to the Henry James short story The Beast in the Jungle. John Marcher, the protagonist, lives with, “the sense of being kept for something rare and strange, possibly
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Papa Pole *** Father I swallowed a dead star It scratched my throat and left a scar It burned my organs from inside but it never left from my bottom side Mother said this one will never quiet her open
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