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you keep talking about literature
i can’t stop thinking about sex
i just want to have sex with you
can we please stop talking about literature and start having sex
all i can think about is fucking
i want to date rape you a little
please let me date rape you a little
just let me put the tip in
trust me i’m a doctor
language, sexual content and nudity
let’s have premarital sex
let’s get married and have sex on our honeymoon and never speak to one another again
that sounds dreamy
About the author: Ryan Manning was born
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Listen to a podcast of Drew DeGennaro’s “Yellow Dots.”
Yellow Dots
Meg bellies up to the barOrdering a shot, no lemon, no salt Extending her stomach, those yellow spots Spread over the nose, her cheeks coveredSwimming in red rivers pupils wideNeedle sized holes hike up her arms Slithering like snakes Hot pink lipstick, leather skirt, low cut shirt, Push up bra, those pink leather strapsHer heels keep her off the ground.
Listen to a podcast of Drew DeGennaro’s “Welcome.”
Welcome
It’s been some time since my husband and I were fascinated with the sky. Or by the stars that drape
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All hail monogamy,the finest liner on the sea!and there’s still room on board, so come on baby,we too can be happy.A watertight commitment,there’s no way this ship is going down.Not now, not ever,not with this love we’ve found.The pianist is playing our song in the lobby,they’re throwing rice on the top deckand lovers are lining the railingsbeneath a fading zodiac.But love is an iceberg,an unforeseen, emotional warhead.Love is an iceberg,and its lying just ahead. The captain’s drunk again,but he’s trying his best to avoid the assail.“It’s gonna be a rough ride” he screams.“but in the end love will prevail!”But love
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Stabbing rain. Torrents pound the yard into trenches. A straight unblinking line. It takes all in its path, uprooted plants, bewildered pets, Uncle Bert running after Mel … back to Tucson to the flooded arroyos roaring past our door. The growl of thunder, lions at play; jagged light, a sharp knife through tender skin. Trees and houses barely visible through heaven’s wet dream. Tucson. Small. I grabbed a limb of a floating mesquite tree. Took me out of town, past cars floating on the highway, no one at the wheel. Boats without a sail. Me. Tucson.
SOMETHING IS ROTTEN Peter, I heard you, you hurt your wristsWhen being tied to the chair.It was an internet cord, not dental floss.
Peter, I saw you, you weren’t eating enough.She threw away the ham that was still good.
Peter, I heard you too,When you laughed with other boys.They were making fun of you.You were too bright, ‘the geek’.
She hurt you. She was in tears.That didn’t mean she cared.They knew their laughs would not last.
Peter, it’s too late to revenge now.She’s dead, as all parents eventually are.And they, those little bastards,They grew up lousy and they know it.
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i live in oakland right now
the earth quakes sometimes but i don’t feel it
my girlfriend will ask ‘did you feel that’ and i will say ‘no’
this makes me wonder
am i ‘disconnected’ from ‘the earth’ or something
am i ‘afraid of commitment’
am i really that self-involved
i wonder
i tend to fidget
i am always burning calories, fidgeting
is that why i have ‘high metabolism’
i wonder
at age twelve i was diagnosed with add
is that why i fidget
is that why i do not feel the earth quake
i wonder
is it ‘good’ to
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D. Harlan Wilson is an award-winning novelist, short story writer, literary critic, screenwriter, and associate professor of English at Wright State University-Lake Campus. His most recent works include two novels, Peckinpah: An Ultraviolent Romance (Shroud 2009) and Blankety Blank: A Memoir of Vulgaria (Raw Dog Screaming Press 2008), and a book of cultural theory, Technologized Desire: Selfhood & the Body in Postcapitalist Science Fiction (Guide Dog Books 2009). Visit Wilson online at www.dharlanwilson.com.
David F. Hoenigman: What projects are you currently working on?
D. Harlan Wilson: I’m promoting two books that were published this year. One is a short
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Listen to a podcast of Tom Fillion’s “Immortality and Tow Trucks.”
Hal looked down the beach toward the Bird Sanctuary. Seagulls and pelicans thickened the sky.
“Somethin’s going on down there,” he said to the Worthingtons, an elderly couple seated nearby.
Something half dead more than likely, he thought. He cupped his hand over his eyes and squinted at the scene. A throng of Thanksgiving beach-goers had gathered.
“The sea turtles must have hatched,” said Mrs. Worthington.
She sat with her husband, Bill, at a patio table. Hal had just tightened the umbrella for them with his new crescent wrench.
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Chelsea Martin is the author of Everything Was Fine Until Whatever (Future Tense Books) and has a book forthcoming called The Really Funny Thing About Apathy (Sunnyoutside). Her debut is part memoir, sketches of ceiling fans and playful horned creatures, matter of fact surreal vignettes that, as Chelsea says, read “like good television.” Chelsea Martin doesn’t wax, doesn’t mince. You’ll want to read it cover to cover in the first sitting, like I did, then watch it again like a good rerun. She maintains a website at www.jerkethics.com.
David Moscovich: If you could ask yourself a question, what would it
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Listen to a podcast of Melanie Browne’s “Love in the Time of Valkyries.”
We both loved movies about The Vietnam War. Apocalypse Now, most of all.
He liked to pretend to be Col. Kurtz, and he liked to watch me dance to Suzy Q, a feather in my hair.
We met in the line to get lottery tickets. I bought a couple of scratch cards and sat down on the curb, used a pinky nail to uncover my losses.
“Shit.” I said.
That’s when he joined me.
“The Horror.” He said. “The … Horror.”
Kurtz’ last words, his first to
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