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Author Archives: Rumrazor
Grand Guignol
The satellite truck fitted with 27 monitors drives the streets of these cities capturing moments of rigmarole. Reporters stand in front of cameras and wait for a countdown from the button pushers inside some production booth clockwatching like thieves hoping … Continue reading
Tartarus
I lack many things. I am blind. My skin is uglier than Egil’s bones. My bones horrify the good James Paget. I’m led away from stadiums through vomitoriums. I forswear my faith and from faith, virtue, and placed in my … Continue reading
The Rose and the Red
Overtures are made. Music happens. Blame Canadian Mist and Mountain Dew. Blame the mix not the brew. I sat there stretched out in cummerbund, the circular table overflowed, sweet buns, wedding cake, something thrown, bridesmaids dancing in high heels and … Continue reading
Skin Tag (an Exaggeration)
The sun filled my ears if not my eyes and I remember squinting in paradise feeling the cloying warmth. This was on the Venice Beach boardwalk, on a crisp November morn, amber and comatose; in fact so wearisome, during a … Continue reading
Marie Lecrivain – “Roxanne on Seventh Street”
ROXANNE ON SEVENTH STREET by Marie Lecrivain you don’t have to turn on the red light – The Police How long ago did you stop caring? The search for Prince Charming in the red-tinged parade of faces that hover over … Continue reading
Brandon Stewart – “She Blinks”
SHE BLINKS by Brandon Stewart lady sits across from me in the lobby at hilton times square. catatonic daze, she exists the entirety of a solar system apart. thoughts consumed in somber silent film, a matinée to the silently obsessed. … Continue reading
Kurt J. Hargan – “The Train Out of Bangor”
THE TRAIN OUT OF BANGOR By Kurt J. Hargan We rattle the train out of Bangor The morning sun blinks Colwyn Bay We are away to change at Birmingham The miles we desperately gain. You’re quiet and watching the castles … Continue reading
Our House
Only the blood in my bones keeps me warm. Wake up to this chilling breath, shrouds out of my mouth, a dirge dog fog. My down comforter filled with sunken hopes, anchored by tears that swelled there. The marriage bed, … Continue reading
My Embellished Life. Game #2- Find the Embellishment
So let me regale you with the unimportant minutiae that compromise my life, because nothing screams self-obsessed more than inane insignificant observations that make me feel like I am not really so insipid to think that my life rises above … Continue reading
My Embellished Life. Game #1- The Internet License Plates and The Taco Bell Affair.
So let me regale you with the unimportant minutiae that compromise my life, because nothing screams self-obsessed more than inane insignificant observations that make me feel like I am not really so insipid to think that my life rises above … Continue reading
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