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FLIGHT
fiction / short story

FLIGHT

In the street I feel very unsafe, frightened. Killer Angels roam the streets. With me is a small boy, I am here to protect him. He says nothing, he too is scared, and huddles against me. I mean to comfort him, but I tremble. The streets are so unsafe. I...
Company Girl
fiction / short story

Company Girl

“It’s funny, you get to some floors and its just women—” “Only women?” “You know the kind leftover from the Eighties—” “I used to wonder what happened to all those coke-head powerbabes. Do they still wear shoulder pads?” “They wear all kinds of weird shit. The kinder gentler power suits...
Glitter
fiction / short story

Glitter

Poison The last vestiges of summer, Storm and I met for brunch and then proceeded to amble about the East Village rather aimlessly. It was pleasant and rainy. Light grey, light rain. We came across a Church on 1st Avenue. “Look!” said Storm “It’s Datura,” “It’s what?” He was pointing...
Brightness Falls Part II: Leviathan
excerpt / theater

Brightness Falls Part II: Leviathan

And then, rather unexpectedly, an asteroid collides into the planet Earth, rocking her to her very foundations; causing her to alter her orbit and leaving her offspring; those giant beasts that roam her wide rolling plains, vulnerable.
Instantanés #5: Dumbo Early in the Morning Best Sums Up the Unconscious
speculations / video / visual

Instantanés #5: Dumbo Early in the Morning Best Sums Up the Unconscious

Ode to Jacques Lacan: contemplating the emptied out cobblestone streets, outsize graffiti monuments, barbed wire fences...
Hansel & Gretel: Domestic Scenes (from Grimm's Weimar Republic)
excerpt / theater

Hansel & Gretel: Domestic Scenes (from Grimm’s Weimar Republic)

...t there is a loud banging from the furnace oven and the entire space turns fiery orange with heat. HANSEL crawls under the table, GRETEL strikes a defiant fashion pose.
Flash Flood Warning
fiction / short story

Flash Flood Warning

...the taste of insecurity; metallic trace of anger forming in my blood; jealousy in mineral compounds, the acrid by-products of lust. Your exasperation.
THE MEMOREXE
fiction / short story

THE MEMOREXE

“The world as we see it is passing…” Ines 12:45 p.m., Tuesday Ines sits on her desk, lavishly sexy, trying to seduce me into writing this article. There is really no point to this— I’m grateful enough to have made it past the reception at Quasar, I need the work...
ISHTAROTH
fiction / short story

ISHTAROTH

A friend was having his birthday dinner at a tapas bar in Soho. I arrived horrifically late— they were at the coffee and dessert stage when I came in. It was my misfortune to be seated directly opposite Paul and Natasha. I had just passed a whole row of posters...
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Night Switch
memoir / poetry

Night Switch

the longest night in the world san francisco to djibouti after-hours in beirut apero in helsinki (such fabulous people you meet!)
Sun God
poetry

Sun God

interrupting the sun god at play in his dojo “do something about january” “move somewhere else” “what’re the martial arts for— you bored, sun god?”
Perhaps it is Raining Outside
poetry

Perhaps it is Raining Outside

there's only room tone at the other end you hold on, mesmerized by shimmer slow drift shards icy oxygen silence then you hang up
F L O O D
poetry

F L O O D

Spectacular hysterical Futurity sputters data confetti prophecies seismic ticker tape flux formations revealing encoded doom:
Firmament
poetry

Firmament

I am the twilight whispering cusp of spidery fate a nomad heartbeat sync'd to mysterious nebulae
Untitled
poetry

Untitled

oh but have you met my sister ghost twin soul separated at birth by death?
Ode to a Two-Faced God
poetry

Ode to a Two-Faced God

This is an ode to a two-faced god with whom there is no correct response
Janus
poetry

Janus

January is the bardo you vanquished last year...
Security Breach
poetry

Security Breach

Our little sister is a beast electron of silver, she's a palace of cedar,
Jack Frost
poetry

Jack Frost

a wildcard haunting back doors of glitter instance, sybarite exit (and what passes for excitement these days...)
Be Yourself Tonight
fiction / short story

Be Yourself Tonight

Mocha Bar: a sea of ghetto fab and in the midst of all that, an anomaly— a red headed Viking stares at me—or should I say we exchange covert glances while I attempt to focus on a martini, or an old friend; a new acquaintance; clocking the Viking’s movements from my locus of interaction. Glimpsed...

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