Kool-Aid Man

Kool-Aid Man

  My parents gave me the name of someone Who would be an asset in our war against the pervasive Demonic forces that threaten us on a daily basis. Our list contained the usual suspects: The Russians, the Count from Sesame Street, Ayatollah Khomeini, Universal Product...
Unhinged

Unhinged

The girl left her house and went into the woods. The ground seemed to swallow the sound of her footsteps, and yesterdays’ rain lifted the smell of leaves into the pink cushions of her lungs. Her nostrils flared to drink the loamy scent. She wore a blue wool coat with...
I Was on the Line

I Was on the Line

Until twenty I was just another hairnet, my hands part of the great machinery like a congress of sparrows, a dynamo powered by gossip and wintergreen. Every bearing was sticky as an old lip. Many of the ladies on the lifetime plan considered me inferior, gawked evil...
Drone Pilot

Drone Pilot

Winner of the 2014 Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry He changes into his flight suit, goes to war each morning— just a twenty-minute drive from Vegas, his wife and kids. He doesn’t talk much about the base, the windowless days, trapped smells of coffee, candy, sweat. In a...
Reverse

Reverse

    The man walks backward into a lamplit studio where like him the woman is crying. They scream in each other’s faces until the tears recede back into their eyes, turning them from red to white. The two hold each other, grateful for this cure. They undress and...
In Handfuls

In Handfuls

    No good can come of this. There is only oxygen in my palm, where cracked lines undulate and follow the salty tunnels of years—faucet drips, mouthfuls of testimonials. Earth is collected in a toddler’s plastic cup, clumps of grass and stock-piles of sticks, like...
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